502		CM
	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.
2	Sweet to reflect how grace divine     My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that His blood     My debt of sufferings paid.
3	Sweet in His righteousness to stand,     Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience, day by day,     His Spirit’s quickening breath.
4	Sweet on His covenant of grace,     For all things to depend; Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,     Whose love can never end.
5	Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,     That, when my end shall come, Angels will hover round my bed,     And take my spirit home.
6	There shall my disembodied soul     Behold Him and adore; Be with His likeness clothed upon,     And grieve and sin no more.
7	If such the sweetness of the stream,     What must the fountain be? Where saints and angels draw their bliss     Directly, Lord, from Thee!
	From: ‘When langour and disease invade,’ Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78