32 (1)Psalm 32 Version 1CM
HOW blest are we if God the Lord
   No more imputes our sin,
But washed in the Redeemer’s blood,
    Our garments are made clean.
2  Happy beyond description, we
    Whose debts are thus discharged;
Set from our guilt and bondage free,
    We feel our souls enlarged.
3  While inward guilt remained suppressed
    No comfort could we find,
Unease lay burning in the breast
    And troubles plagued the mind.
4  Then we confessed our hidden thoughts,
    Those secret sins revealed;
Thy pardoning grace forgave our faults,
    And grace our pardon sealed.
5  How shall we dare delay to pray,
    When like a raging flood,
Temptations rise to take away
    Our hold from our dear Lord?
6  Our hiding-place and peace Thou art,
    Our strength in Satan’s hour,
The guardian of the faltering heart,
    And source of keeping power.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡