Conscience Stings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. [Refrain]

Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)