How Blest Is He Whose Trespass

How blest is he whose tres­pass

Hath free­ly been for­giv’n

Whose sin is whol­ly cov­ered

Before the sight of Heav’n.

But he to whom Je­ho­vah

Will not im­pute his sin

Who has a guile­less spir­it

Whose heart is true with­in.

While I kept guil­ty si­lence

My strength was spent with grief;

Thy hand was hea­vy on me

My soul found no re­lief;

But when I owned my tres­pass

My sin hid not from Thee

When I con­fessed trans­gress­ion

Then Thou for­gav­est me.

So let the god­ly seek Thee

In times when Thou art near;

No whelm­ing floods shall reach them

Nor cause their hearts to fear.

In Thee

O Lord

I hide me

Thou sav­est me from ill

And songs of Thy sal­va­tion

My heart with rap­ture thrill.

I gra­cious­ly will teach thee

The way that thou shalt go

And with Mine eye up­on thee

My coun­sel make thee know.

But be ye not un­ru­ly

Or slow to un­der­stand

Be not per­verse

but will­ing

To heed My wise com­mand.

The sor­rows of the wick­ed

In num­ber shall abound

But those that trust Je­ho­vah

His mer­cy shall sur­round.

Then in the Lord be joy­ful

In song lift up your voice;

Be glad in God

ye right­eous

Rejoice

ye saints

re­joice.