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Doubts Scattered; or, Spiritual Joys Restored.  Ps. 40. 3

I. Watts                                                  C.M.

1
Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone,
And leave me to my joys;
My tongue shall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful noise.

2
Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind,
And drowned my head in tears,
Till sovereign grace, with shining rays,
Dispelled 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.