681    L.M.     J. Hart
“Son … thy sins be forgiven thee.” Matt. 9. 2

1 Blessèd are they whose guilt is gone,
  Whose sins are washed away with blood,
  Whose hope is fixed on Christ alone,
  Whom Christ has reconciled to God.

2 Though, travelling through this vale of tears,
  He many a sore temptation meet,
  The Holy Ghost this witness bears,
  He stands in Jesus still complete.

3 This pearl of price no works can claim;
  He that finds this is rich indeed;
  This pure white stone contains a name,
  Which none but who receives can read.

4 This precious gift, this bond of love,
  The Lord oft gives his people here;
  But what we all shall be above
  Does not, my brethren, yet appear.

5 Yet this we safely may believe,
  ’Tis what no words will e’er express;
  What saints themselves cannot conceive,
  And brightest angels can but guess.