There's no retreat from sin-no spot
Of refuge can the guilty find:
The sin deserts the sinner not
Until repentance clears the mind.
The scorpion stings which conscience wields
Still follow in the track of crime;
No distance from their terror shields-
Nor the destroying flight of time.
Th'accusing voice at last will speak
In thunder, though 'tis silenced now;
The torrent through its banks will break,
And nought resist its overflow.
Here or hereafter-dare not doubt,
O sinner! dare not disregard!
'Be sure your sin will find you out,'
And bring its terrible reward.