(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 Lord of Hosts, His standard raised,
Arises in His holy rage,
To judge all peoples’ wicked ways,
To all ungodliness in-cage,
Condemn the vices of each age,
And vindicate His righteousness.
His myriads of angel hosts,
And rank on rank celestial band,
With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Will weigh the ways of every man,
As one pronounce him right or damned,
And when He speaks they praise and bless.
If you would stand against that day,
Accept the truth in scriptures shown,
Reject what skeptic scoffers say,
And trust the Word of God alone,
To turn to flesh your heart of stone,
The ones who follow God are blessed.
The murmurers against His will,
And malcontents of Jesus’ ways,
Who seek but for their lusts to fill,
And over-staters in self-praise,
With those who always favorites play,
These all shall perish in distress.
Yet those contented but in Christ,
Who only speak in praise of Him,
Who do the deeds God’s will comprised,
Humility before all men,
Impartial in all judgments then,
Before the Father He’ll confess.
The church of Christ was made to be distinct,
So guard this holiness among the saints;
Not formed by man or legalist instinct,
But by the grace of Christ communion makes.
Ungodly men are like a hidden reef,
Or spots and putrid swells of leprosy,
These men are fearless only in their feasts,
You, be a harbor, safe in sanctity.
For they are clouds which never bring the rain,
Not having living water in their souls,
Or as a tree which brings no autumn gain,
In Christ your fruit and water harvest full.
They’re as the swells upon a restless sea,
Who slosh their shame as foam against the shore,
As wayward stars that wander wildly,
Yet you are bound in orbit of our Lord.
They worship lusts to which they are inclined,
And claim that light is in their hearts instilled.
The gravity of God must guard your mind,
And guide our tide to heave within His will.
Their light will perish in eternal gloom,
And burn in fire where no light can cheer.
Yet you, in Christ, shine brighter than the moon,
Let Christ then be the point to which you steer.