Happy the Man to Whom His God

Hap-py the man to whom his God No more im-putes his sin, But, washed in the Re-deem-er's blood, Hath made his gar-ments clean! Hap-py, be-yond ex-pres-sion, he Whose debts are thus dis-charged; And, from the guil-ty bond-age free, He feels his soul en-larged. His spi-rit hates de-ceit and lies, His words are all sin-cere; He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his con-science clear. While I my in-ward guilt sup-pressed, No qui-et could I find; Thy wrath lay burn-ing in my breast, And wracked my tor-tured mind. Then I con-fessed my troub-led thoughts, My se-cret sins re-vealed; Thy pard-'ning grace for-gave my faults, Thy grace my par-don sealed. This shall in-vite Thy saints to pray; When, like a rag-ing flood, Temp-ta-tions rise, our strength and stay Is a for-giv-ing God.