Happy the Man to Whom His God

Happy the man to whom his God

No more im­putes his sin

But

washed 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.

His spir­it hates de­ceit and lies

His words are all sin­cere;

He guards his heart

he guards his eyes

To keep his con­science clear.

While I my in­ward guilt sup­pressed

No qui­et I could find;

Thy wrath lay burn­ing in my breast

And racked my tor­tured mind.

Then I con­fessed my trou­bled thoughts

My sec­ret sins re­vealed;

Thy par­don­ing grace for­gave my faults

Thy grace my par­don sealed.

This shall in­vite Thy saints to pray;

When like a rag­ing flood

Temptations rise

our strength and stay

Is a for­giv­ing God.