1 He's blest, whose Sins have Pardon gain'd,
No more in Judgment to appear;
Whose Guilt Remission has obtain'd
And whose Repentance is sincere.

2 While I conceal'd the fretting Sore,
My Bones consum'd without Relief;
Unpity'd, I the Anguish bore,
And no Complaints asswag'd my Grief.

3 No sooner I my Wound disclos'd,—
The Guilt that tortur'd me within,—
But thy Forgiveness interpos'd,
And Mercy's healing Balm pour'd in.

4 True Penitents shall thus succeed,
Who seek Thee, while Thou may'st be found;
They, by thy Grace, from Sorrow freed,
Shall be with Joys immortal crown'd.