(To the tune of “Ar Èireann Nì Neosainn Cè hì”)
Oh how blessed is the man God redeems,
He whose sins have been taken away.
Oh how bless is the man God calls clean,
Who is righteous in all of his ways.
But the weight of my sins as a chain,
In a moment would strangle my soul.
Yet You poured on Yourself all my pain,
And my punishment You paid in full.
I endeavored to fight sin alone,
God, Your hand it was heavy on me.
How my soul burned! My vigor had flown.
How my bones groaned in my misery!
I acknowledge my faults where I stand,
All my sins I confess openly,
On myself I have pointed my hand,
But You take all my sins off of me.
Let me teach all the nations Your praise,
And a song of deliverance sing.
Let me show all the peoples their place,
As we bow at the feet of our King.
So whenever the harvest abounds,
Or when we are a byword and loathed,
At all times, Lord, You may still be found,
In Your righteousness ever we’re clothed.
The Word of God – like honey sweet,
A treasure jewels could not complete,
Confounding sages when it speaks,
More powerful than missile fleets –
The very words of God to man,
The details of His gracious plan,
In words that we can understand,
You’re holding, careless, in your hands!
Why are you not in wonder seized?
What would it take for you to see,
Or melt in holy ecstasies,
Since God in blessing us is pleased?
Must you be hunted like a hare,
When you the love of God declare,
Must foes or tyrants’ anger flare,
And seek the gospel to impair,
Before you see the magnitude,
Of what the Lord has given you,
The very source of every truth,
Forgiveness from rebellion, too?
Thus we may all in Him abide,
Though foes may try to skin your hide,
Protected, by our Savior’s side,
Upheld, while devils curse and chide.
So in that doomed and dreadful day,
When God’s full justice is displayed,
His foes are speechless in dismay,
In heat of hell their skin decays.
Yes, they in total judgment wail,
Yet we will not in fear turn pale,
Before Him – wonder! – words now fail,
Eternal transport undetailed.
The Bride of Christ – the love He sends,
This nuptial suite we enter in,
He built while we reviled Him,
Embracing us who were in sin.
Oh, Christians, marvel then in this:
No sin can sully what is His.
Then claim the gracious gifts He gives,
And seize His perfect promises.
I have heard the slander of many,
Followed by foes who claim,
They will conquer – they gather against me:
But the Lord will not put me to shame.
While He stands, the Judge who is righteous,
After the way He is named,
By the means of that righteous deliverance,
Makes me holy and never ashamed.
He becomes my rock and my refuge,
Making my clean escape,
He has ransomed me from those who pursue,
And has saved me from being ashamed.
He is caught! In my place He suffers,
Naked and cursed He’s slain.
While His foes mock His torture with laughter,
In His death He has taken my shame.
He returns, the Judge who is righteous,
Giving me grace to gain,
He will continue to show Himself gracious,
While He puts all His foe-men to shame.
Oh, my strength, my fortress, my harbor,
Always in truth remain,
Hating any who worship their idols,
Yet Your love has not put me to shame!