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 par­don­ing 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 blest 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.