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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.

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