Uploaded October 2017 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago

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Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Charles Wesley | Tune: LASUS

Blessèd are they, supremely blest,
Whose wickedness is all forgiven,
Who find in Jesus’ wounds their rest,
And see the smiling face of Heaven.

Blessèd are they to whom the Lord
No more imputes iniquity,
Whose spirit is by grace restored,
And from all lies and guile set free.

But while, through pride, I held my tongue,
Nor owned my helpless unbelief,
My being languished all day long,
And conscience roared without relief.

Resolved, at last, to God I cried,
‘I will my evil ways confess,
No more evade, or seek to hide
My depth of shameful sinfulness.’

For this shall every child of God,
Thine all-surpassing love declare,
And take the grace on all bestowed,
Who pray the contrite sinner’s prayer.

Blessèd are they, supremely blest,
Whose wickedness is all forgiven,
Who find in Jesus’ wounds their rest,
And see the smiling face of Heaven.

(Psalm 32)