Away, My Doubts, Be Gone, My Fear

Away

my doubts

be gone

my fear

The won­ders of the Lord ap­pear

The won­ders that my Sav­ior wrought;

O how de­light­ful is the thought!

The won­ders of re­deem­ing love

When first my heart was drawn above;

When first I saw my Sav­ior’s face

And tri­umphed in His par­don­ing grace.

Pursue

my thoughts

this pleas­ing theme

’Twas not a fan­cy nor a dream;

’Twas grace des­cend­ing from the skies

And shall be mar­vel­ous in my eyes.

Long had I mourned

like one for­got

Long had my soul for com­fort fought

Jesus was wit­ness to my tears

And Je­sus sweet­ly calmed my fears.

He cleansed my soul

He changed my dress

And clothed me with His right­eous­ness:

He spoke at once my sins forg­iv’n

And I re­joiced as if in Heav’n.

How was I struck with sweet sur­prise

While glo­ry shone be­fore my eyes!

How did I sing from day to day

And wished to sing my soul away!

The world with all its pomp with­drew

’Twas less than no­thing in my view;

Redeeming love was all my theme

And life ap­peared an idle dream.

I glo­ried in my Sav­ior’s grace;

I sang my great Re­deem­er’s praise;

My soul now longed to soar away

And leave her te­ne­ment of clay.

The pow­ers of hell in vain com­bined

To tempt or in­ter­rupt my mind;

I saw

and sang in joy­ful strains

The mon­ster Sa­tan held in chains.

These are the won­ders I re­cord

The mar­vel­ous good­ness of the Lord;

O for a tongue to speak His praise

To tell the tri­umphs of His grace!