You Ask me Why I'm Happy

You Ask Me Why I’m Happy
So I’ll Just Tell You Why,
Because My Sins Are Gone;
And When I Meet The Scoffers
Who Ask Me Where They Are,
I Say, My Sins Are Gone.

They’re Underneath The Blood,
On The Cross Of Calvary,
As Far Removed As Darkness Is From Dawn;
In The Sea Of God’s Forgetfulness,
That’s Good Enough For Me,
Praise God, My Sins Are Gone.