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Isaac Watts - Psalm XXXII: Happy the Man
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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
         Who 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 could I find;
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
         And racked my tortured mind.

Then I confessed my troubled thoughts,
         My secret sins revealed;
Thy pard`ning 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.
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