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!