A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon. <br /> <br />While I keep silence, and conceal <br />My heavy guilt within my heart, <br />What torments doth my conscience feel! <br />What agonies of inward smart! <br /> <br />I spread my sins before the Lord, <br />And all my secret faults confess; <br />Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word, <br />Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace. <br /> <br />For this shall every humble soul <br />Make swift addresses to thy seat; <br />When floods of huge temptations roll, <br />There shall they find a bless'd retreat. <br /> <br />How safe beneath thy wings I lie, <br />When days grow dark and storms appear; <br />And when I walk, thy watchful eye <br />Shall guide me safe from every snare.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-32-part-2/
