The gospel's joyful sound

1 The gospel's joyful sound
Is music in my ears,
In Jesus I have found
Relief from all my fears;
Darkness to light does now give place,
And all things wear another face.

2 To God I'm reconcil'd,
I fear no dire alarms;
He owns me for a child,
And claps me in his arms;
Reliev'd from doubts and ev'ry sigh,
I boldly Abba, Father, cry.

3 Death too, has lost its sting,
And wears a comely face,
I hope to shout and sing,
E'en in his cold embrace;
He'll close my eyes and stop my ears,
But cannot rouse my guilty fears.

4 Let Satan vent his spite,
While in the Lord I stand
he can't my soul affright,
or wrest me from his hand;
The woman's seed shall ever die,
But still shall Abba, Father, cry.

5 When thro' the flaming sky,
I see the Judge descend,
I'll Abba, Father, cry,
And hail him as my friend;
While standing in the gospel light,
There's nothing can my soul afright.

6 Now let my joyful eyes
Flow down in grateful tears,
Since free adopting grace
Has banish'd all my fears;
The cross I'll bear, myself deny,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

7 No more let me return,
Beneath the galling yoke,
Or ever wear those chains,
Which grace divine has broke;
Let Abba, Father, be my cry,
In time and in eternity.

Source: The Christian Hymn-Book, compiled and published at the request of the Miami Christian Conference #144