Text: | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone |
Author: | Watts |
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.
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First Line: | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Fruits of the Spirit: Joy |