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.
