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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>None Upon Earth I Desire Besides Thee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How tedious and tasteless the hours,<br>When Jesus no longer I see;<br>Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,<br>Have lost all their sweetness with me:<br>The mid-summer sun shines but dim,<br>The fields strive in vain to look gay;<br>But when I am happy in Him,<br>December's as pleasant as May. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His name yields the richest perfume,<br>And sweeter than music his voice;<br>His presence disperses my gloom,<br>And makes all within me rejoice:<br>I should, were he always thus nigh,<br>Have nothing to wish or to fear;<br>No mortal so happy as I,<br>My summer would last all the year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Content with beholding his face,<br>My all to his pleasure resigned;<br>No changes of season or place,<br>Would make any change in my mind:<br>While blessed with a sense of his love,<br>A palace a toy would appear;<br>And prisons would palaces prove,<br>If Jesus would dwell with me there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,<br>If thou art my sun and my song;<br>Say, why do I languish and pine,<br>And why are my winters so long?<br>O drive these dark clouds from my sky,<br>Thy soul-cheering presence restore;<br>Or take me unto thee on high,<br>Where winter and clouds are no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q>
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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;
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