(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.
To men from mighty nations come,
Where men are full of greed,
Where demons dance and breed,
Where affluence and idols home:
In short a country dead in sins,
Of pride, adultery,
Of hate, and sorcery,
For them I now take up my pen:
To saints entrenched in holy war,
Who worldlings seek to mold,
In sins both new and old,
Those battered, bruised, and battle-sore,
Who fight for God for all their life,
This fight from start of man,
In every time and land,
That culminated with our Christ:
My brothers, you are Jesus’ bride,
You are not of the world,
You serve another lord,
They have no power of your lives.
For He has given life to you,
And with His Spirit filled,
When your old man was killed,
So Christ Himself will see you through.
You need not fear the plots of man,
But fear the Lord your God,
With honor and with love,
Who died for you when you were damned.
Such love, such grace, such sacrifice!
What demon poses threat?
Or who renews our debt?
Who dare declare He not suffice?
The devil must bow down to Him,
His name placed on your life,
That name of Jesus Christ,
Which gathers truth and purges sin.
God’s love endures though demons rage,
Though men still hate and boast,
Possessed by Satan’s hosts,
And thus pervert the world God made.
Then serve the Lord and love His bride,
Renew your mind in Him,
His grace to cleanse your sin,
And trusting Him to sanctify.
We trust that as He saves our souls,
He seeks to, by His church,
Transform this sinful earth,
His glory then our only goal.