Happy Thanksgiving! O blessed souls are they Whose sins are covered o'er; Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith sincere. While I concealed my guilt, I felt the festering wound, Till I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress Is found in God alone. Blest is the man, for ever blest, Whose guilt is pardoned by God, Whose sin with sorrow are confessed, And covered with his Savior's blood. Before his judgment seat, the Lord No more permits his crimes to rise; He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works, but grace, relies. From guile his heart and lips are free, His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere. How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins! While a bright evidence of grace Through all his life appears and shines.         <bgsound src="lettheriverflow.mid" playcount="10">