HAPPY the man to whom his God

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

Happy beyond expression he, Whose debts are thus discharged; And from the guilty bondage free, He feels his soul enlarged.

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

Then I confessed my troubled thoughts, My secret sins reveal'd; Thy pardoning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon seal'd.

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