William Billings - Exeter - текст песни (слова)

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 pardoning grace forgave my faults,
 Thy grace my pardon sealed.
 
 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
 Whose 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.
 
 This shall invite thy saints to pray;
 When like a raging flood
 Temptations rise, our strength and stay
 Is a forgiving God.