C. M. Doubts scattered; or, Spiritual joy restored. 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. Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind, And drowned my head in tears, Till sovereign grace with shining rays Dispelled my gloomy fears. O what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me I was his, And my Beloved mine! In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain; One glimpse, dear Savior, of thy face Revives my joys again. |