Hymn. (When Conscious Guilt…) Poem by Susan Evance

WHEN conscious guilt bedims the eye,
And fills the heart with sad alarms,
Where can the trembling Sinner fly,
Ah where, but to the Saviour's arms!

Those gentle arms expanded wide,
Invite us to his friendly breast;
There may the persecuted hide,
There may the worn and weary rest.

Oh, take me to that dear embrace!
Oh! be thy robe of mercy spread,
And shield, thou source of love and grace!
Shield from a cruel world my head!