Conscious of all that I have done, of evils to the world unknown

Verse 1
Conscious of all that I have done,
Of evils to the world unknown,
My punishment I feel,
Driven out from my Creator’s face,
A vagrant Cain, in every place
I carry my own hell.

Verse 2
Remembrance shakes her whip severe,
Her scorpion-whip of guilty fear
Of sad remorse and shame;
But from myself I cannot fly,
Or find one drop of comfort nigh
To cool this scorching flame.

Verse 3
Jesus, my only Hope Thou art;
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,
And make its troubles cease:
Thy blood the wounded conscience heals,
Thy blood the sinner’s pardon seals,
And bids me die in peace.

Verse 4
Faith in thy blood if Thou bestow,
The sting of guilt no more I know
The self-tormenting mind;
I plunge me in th’ oblivious floud,
I wash away my sinful load,
And leave myself behind.

Verse 5
Help then my desperate unbelief
Appear to end my sin and grief
With all thy wounds confest,
Thy love on Calvary display,
And bear my ransom’d soul away
To that eternal Rest.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience.’—[Heb.] 10:22. [I.]” This hymn appears in the 1783 manuscript “MS Scriptural Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/576, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 13 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1872), page 144.
Publishing: Public Domain