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 Be­lov­èd 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.