|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