Let The Faithful Pray (Psalm 32)

How blest is he

whose heavy soul is free,

Whose dark transgressions find a healing grace,

And all his sins are covered in the sea.

How blest the one whose faults the Lord will chase Away from

mind, accounting them no more,

Within whose spirit guile has left no trace.

So let the faithful pray while everything

Is near at hand,

before the waters rise,

For mighty floods no sudden harm shall bring.

You are my hiding place beneath the skies,

Protecting me from every troubling wrong,

Deliverance is singing in Your Eyes.

“I will instruct your path to make you strong,

And counsel you

with ever-watchful sight, To guide your feet where holy ways belong.”

When I kept silent,

locked behind my door,

My bones began to waste and fade away,

My groaning shook

the very dust and floor.

Rejoice, you righteous, in the Lord most pure;

Be glad and sing,

all

upright hearts, endure!