Questions and doubts be heard no more,

Let Christ and joy be all our theme;

His Spirit seals his gospel sure,

To every soul that trusts in him.

Jesus, thy witness speaks within;

The mercy which thy words reveal

Refines the heart from sense and sin,

And stamps its own celestial seal.

'Tis God's inimitable hand

That molds and forms the heart anew;

Blasphemers can no more withstand,

But bow, and own thy doctrine true.

The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood

Finds peace and pardon at the cross;

The sinful soul, averse to God,

Believes and loves his Maker's laws.

Learning and wit may cease their strife,

When miracles with glory shine;

The voice that calls the dead to life

Must be almighty and divine.