1 How bless'd 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 And blest 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 lies,
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 reveal'd,
Thy pardoning 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.
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First Line: | How bless'd the man to whom his God |
Title: | Free pardon and sincere obedience; or, Confession and forgieness |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |