Blessed is the soul set free— Where sin is stripped, where guilt is slain. When I lay mute, my bones grew old, Crushed beneath Your heavy hand. Then came the night I gasped Your name— No more hiding, no disguise. "I’ll bare my wounds!"—and like a flood, Your mercy washed my darkened skies. Now storms may rise, but fear departs— You are my cave, my song, my shore. "I’ll teach your heart the path to walk, My eye will guard you evermore." Don’t be the mule that fights the bit, Kicking against the keeper’s hold. Sorrows chase the stubborn heart— But love surrounds the one who folds. Rejoice! Rejoice, you blood-bought saints— Shout loud, you upright and restored! The Lord’s embrace outlasts the night— And dawn will find you singing once more.
