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.