82 L.M. B. Wallin

Well, canst thou read thy heart, And feel the plague of sin? Does Sinai’s thunder make thee start, And conscience roar within?

2 Expect to find no balm On nature’s barren ground; All human medicines will do harm; They only skin the wound.

3 To Jesus Christ repair, And knock at mercy’s gate; His blood alone can wash thee fair, And make thy conscience sweet.

4 In season due he seals A pardon on the breast; The wounds of sin his Spirit heals, And brings the gospel-rest.

5 [So comes the peace of God, Which cheers the conscience well; And love shed in the heart abroad, More sweet than we can tell.]