Psalm 32 (Version 2, Part 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!

Happy, beyond expression, he

Whose debts are thus discharg'd;

And from the guilty bondage free,

He feels his soul enlarg'd.

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 supprest,

No quiet could I find;

Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,

And rack'd my tortur'd mind.

Then I confess'd 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.