1 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!

2 Happy, beyond Expression, he,
Whose Debts are thus discharg'd;
And from the guilty Bondage free,
He feels his Soul enlarg'd.

3 His Spirit hates Deceit and Lyes,
His Words are all sincere;
He guards his Heart, he guards his Eyes,
To keep his Conscience clear.

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.

5 Then I confess'd my troubled Thoughts,
My secret Sins revealed;
Thy pard'ning Grace forgave my Faults,
Thy Grace my Pardon seal'd.

6 This shall invite thy Saints to pray;
When like a raging Flood
Temptations rise, our Strength and Stay
Is a forgiving GOD.