"CONFESS YOUR FAULTS ONE TO ANOTHER."
HOW often, dearest Lord,
Within the closet's hush,
Do we confess our sins to Thee
With tear or blush!
Within the closet's hush,
Do we confess our sins to Thee
With tear or blush!
But when in word or deed
Some brother we offend,
Though one sweet utterance would keep
Our friend our friend,
Some brother we offend,
Though one sweet utterance would keep
Our friend our friend,
How, trampling on Thy grace,
Pride will repentance foil,
And from confession due to him
Our hearts recoil!
Pride will repentance foil,
And from confession due to him
Our hearts recoil!
"I cannot stoop to that,"
Self-love in secret cries;
The fear of man, not fear of sin,
Before her eyes.
Self-love in secret cries;
The fear of man, not fear of sin,
Before her eyes.
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