Isaac Watts · 581 of 724

Hymn 73

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.