Blest Is He Who Cries To Heaven

Verse 1

Blest is he who cries to heaven In the dark and evil day, Whose transgressions are forgiven And whose sins are washed away; Blest, when God to him imputeth Not iniquity nor sin, And no hidden guile polluteth Spirit, heart, and soul within.

Verse 2

Long I kept in silence groaning, While my bones waxed weak and old; Long my heart with grief was moaning And to Thee, O God, was cold. Day and night Thy hand oppressed me, Moisture turned to summer-drought, My transgressions sore distressed me, While in vain I comfort sought.

Verse 3

When, from Thee no longer hiding, I confessed my sin to Thee, With my heart in Thee confiding, Thou in love forgavest me. Now my heart is filled with gladness, Thou surroundest me with grace; Songs of joy dispel my sadness, For Thou art my hiding-place.

Verse 4

Lord, instruct and teach me ever In the way that I should go; With Thy counsel me deliver From the cunning of the foe. For Thy grace and mercy tender, For Thy table and Thy Word, Thanks to heaven I will render And forever praise Thee, Lord.