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