Conscience Stings

Verse 1

In the chambers of thy bosom, Lives a faithful monitor, Keeping vigil for thy freedom, Bidding thee all sin abhor.

Chorus

Come, poor sinner, lost and sighing, Do obey that inner voice; Hark, it tells of Jesus dying— Make His love thy holy choice.

Verse 2

In thy heart, O wretched sinner, Heaven placed that sentinel, Thee to guard and keep forever From the awful road to hell.

Verse 3

See the precious blood of Jesus, It will purge thy conscience pure, Then in heaven’s sweet approval, Peace will flow forevermore.

Verse 4

Oh, remember thou art sinning ’Gainst the very love of God; Hence thy guilty conscience, stinging, Smites thee with an angry rod.

Verse 5

Louder, louder, conscience crying, Suffers not thy soul to rest; Nearer, nearer, comes thy dying, Can you face the solemn test?

Verse 6

Hope will end, but conscience never, With thy spirit it will fly; Yea, torment, and chide the ever, Where the worm shall never die.