Happy the man to whom his God

Verse 1

How blest the man to whom his God No more imputes his sin, But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood Hath made his garments clean!

Verse 2

And blest beyond expession he, Whose debts are thus discharg'd; While from the guilty bondage free He feels his sould enlarg'd.

Verse 3

His spirit hates deceit and lies, His words are all sincere: He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his conscience clear.

Verse 4

While I my inward guilt supprest, No quiet could I find; Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, And rack'd my tortur'd mind.

Verse 5

Then I confess'd my troubled thoughts, My secret sins reveal'd, Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon seal'd.

Verse 6

This shall invite thy saints to pray; When like a raging flood Temptations rise, our strength and stay Is a forgiving God.