None Upon Earth I Desire Besides Thee |
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 46
How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have lost all their sweetness with me: The mid-summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him, December's as pleasant as May.
2. His name yields the richest perfume, | 3. Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned; No changes of season or place, Would make any change in my mind: While blessed with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there.
4. Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, |