A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon. While I keep silence, and conceal My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my conscience feel! What agonies of inward smart! I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess; Thy gospel speaks a pard`ning word, Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace. For this shall every humble soul Make swift addresses to thy seat; When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a bless`d retreat. How safe beneath thy wings I lie, When days grow dark and storms appear; And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from every snare.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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