The Inward Registrar

*’7^ conscience speaketh not, it writethj for it is not only a ‘Witness, but a register and a book of record: ‘’The sin ofjtcdah is written with a pen of iron, and the point of a diamond: Jer. xvii. i. We know not what conscience write th, being occupied and taken tip with carnal vajuties, but we shall know hereafter, whe?t the books are opened: Rev. xx. 12. Conscience keepeth a diary, and sets down everything. This book, though it be in the sinner s keeping, cannot be razed and blotted out. Well, thc7i, a sleepy conscience will 7iot always sleep; if we suffer it not to awakeji here, it will awake?i in hell; for the pre it sleepeth i?i via7ty, in regai’d of motion, check, or smiting, bid not in 7’egard of 7iotice and observatio7i.” Let those who forget their sins take note of this. There is a chiel within you taking notes, and he will publish all where all will hear it. Never say, “nobody will see me,” for you will see yourself, and your conscience will turn king’s evidence against you.

What a volume Mr. Recorder Conscience has written already 1 How many blotted pages he has in store, to be produced upon my trial. O thou who alone canst erase this dreadful handwriting, look on me in mercy, as I now look on thee by faith.