Verse 1

When fears arise and trials oppress

To test our faith and love,

‘Tis sweet to think on all the grace

That lifts our souls above.

Verse 2

Sweet to reflect how grace divine

My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that His blood

My debt of sufferings paid.

Verse 3

Sweet in His righteousness to stand,

Which saves from second death;

Sweet to experience, day by day,

His Spirit’s quickening breath.

Verse 4

Sweet on His covenant of grace,

For all things to depend;

Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end.

Verse 5

Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,

That, when my end shall come,

Angels will hover round my bed,

And take my spirit home.

Verse 6

There shall my disembodied soul

Behold Him and adore;

Be with His likeness clothed upon,

And grieve and sin no more.

Verse 7

If such the sweetness of the stream,

What must the fountain be?

Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Directly, Lord, from Thee!