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.