Verse 1
Blest is the man, supremely blest,
Whose wickedness is all forgiven,
Who finds in Jesus’ wounds his rest,
And sees the smiling face of heaven.
The guilt and power of sin is gone
From him that doth in Christ believe,
Cover’d it lies, and still kept down,
And buried in his Saviour’s grave.

Verse 2
Blest is the man, to whom his Lord
No more imputes iniquity,
Whose spirit is by grace restor’d,
From all the guile of Satan free;
Free from design, or selfish aim,
Harmless, and pure, and undefil’d,
A simple follower of the Lamb,
And harmless as a newborn child.

Verse 3
But while thro’ pride I held my tongue,
Nor own’d my helpless unbelief,
My bones were wasted all day long,
My strength consum’d with pining grief.
Crush’d by thine anger’s heavy hand,
Burnt up as a dry barren ground,
I ever of my sin complain’d,
But no relief, or mercy found.

Verse 4
Resolv’d at last, to God (I cried)
My sins I will at large confess,
My shame I will no longer hide,
My depth of desp’rate wickedness.
All will I own unto my Lord
Without reserve or cloaking art;
I said; and felt the pard’ning word,
Thy mercy spoke it to my heart.

Verse 5
For this shall every child of God
Thy power and faithful love declare,
And claim the grace on all bestow’d,
Who make to thee their timely prayer.
But when the floods of judgment rise,
And sweep their guilty souls away,
Remains for sin no sacrifice;
For ended is their gracious day.

Verse 6
Thou art my hiding-place; in thee
I rest secure from sin and hell,
Safe in the love that ransom’d me,
And shelter’d in thy wounds I dwell.
Still shall thy grace to me abound,
The countless wonders of thy grace
I still shall tell to all around,
And sing my great Deliverer’s praise.

Verse 7
I will instruct thy childlike heart,
(My teacher saith forever nigh)
Nor let thee from my paths depart,
But guide thee with my gracious eye.
Only my gracious look obey,
And yield my perfect will to prove,
Nor cast my easy yoke away,
Or stop thine ears against my love.

Verse 8
Whoe’er like horse and mule withstand,
And follow their own stiff-neck’d will,
I bruise beneath my weighty hand,
And force them all my plagues to feel.
But he that dares in me confide,
Shall only know my pard’ning grace,
My mercy’s arms on every side
Shall every faithful soul embrace.

Verse 9
Ye faithful souls, rejoice in him,
Whose arms are still your sure defence,
Your Lord is mighty to redeem:
Believe; and who shall pluck you thence?
Ye men of upright hearts be glad,
For Jesus is your God and friend,
He keeps whoe’er on him are stay’d,
And he shall keep them to the end.