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.