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 Belovèd mine.

4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain;
One glimpse, dear Savior, of Thy face
Revives my joys again.