Psalm 32 (paraphrased)

Words: Isaac Watts


   1  Happy the man to whom his God
         No more imputes his sin,
      But, washed in the Redeemer's blood,
         Hath made his garments clean.

   2  Happy beyond expression he
         Who debts are thus discharged;
      And from the guilty bondage free,
         He feels his soul enlarged.

   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 suppressed,
         No quiet could I find;
      Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
         And racked my tortured mind.

   5  Then I confessed my troubled thoughts,
         My secret sins revealed;
      Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,
         Thy grace my pardon sealed.

   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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