Doubts Scattered; Or, Spiritual Joy Restored. |
1 Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone, And leave me to my joys, My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, And drown'd my head in tears, Till sovereign grace with shining rays Dispell'd my gloomy fears. 3 O what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me, I was his, And my Beloved mine. 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain, One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face, Revives my joys again.
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