94.  The Joys Of Faith

1
How happy and blessed the hours
Since Jesus I always can see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow’rs
Have all gained new sweetness to me;
E’en when the great sun shines but dim,
And fields strive in vain to look gay,
While I am so happy in him,
December’s as pleasant as May.

2
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice,
His presence disperses all gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.

3
Content with beholding his face
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Can make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus still dwelt with me there.

4
My Lord, I am sure I am thine,
And thou art my sun and my song,
No longer I languish and pine,
Nor e’en are my winters so long;
My doubts and my fears all have flown,
Thy soul-cheering plan now I see;
Thy wisdom and glory have shone
From out thy blest Word upon me.