1 Let anxious doubts be hear'd no more,
But Christ the joy be all our theme,
The Spirit feals his gospel sure
To ev'ry soul that trusts his name.

2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within,
The mercy, which thy words reveal,
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.

3 'Tis God's renewing, gracious hand
That moulds and forms the heart anew;
Transgressors can no more withstand,
But bow and own his doctrine true.

4 The guilty wretch, that trust thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The soul, that was averse to God,
Believes and loves his maker's laws.

5 Let proud opposers cease their strife,
And own, O Lord, the work is thine;
The voice that calls the dead to life
Must be almighty and divine.