“Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered.
Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity,
And in whose spirit there is no deceit.
You are a hiding place for me;
You preserve me from trouble;
You surround me with songs of deliverance.”
Psalm 32:2-3,7 ESV
How happy is the one
From whom guilt’s burden is lifted,
Upon whose doorposts drips
The blood of paschal lamb.
How happy the one the Lord declares
Not guilty of iniquity.
In spite of all she’s done,
It is true:
In the declaring there is no deceit,
For another, faultless, has borne
Her sins and carried
Her sorrows. He clothed himself
With prodigal’s rags, suffered
His soul to hunger,
But did not stoop to the locust pods of swine.
He was stripped that she might wear
the royal robe of righteousness.
He went barefoot that her feet might be sturdily shod.
The ring of adoption gleams on her finger
Because the firstborn carried her guilt away
And declared the priestly atonement labor finished;
It has been completed.
“Thou are all fair, my love;
There is no spot in thee.”
His holiness is her hiding place,
His satisfaction her shield,
His delight her deliverance.