81    S.M.     J. Berridge
Spirit of Adoption. Rom. 8. 15

1 Well, canst thou read thy heart,
  And feel the plague of sin?
  Does Sinai’s thunder make thee start,
  And conscience roar within?

2 Expect to find no balm
  On nature’s barren ground;
  All human medicines will do harm;
  They only skin the wound.

3 To Jesus Christ repair,
  And knock at mercy’s gate;
  His blood alone can wash thee fair,
  And make thy conscience sweet.

4 In season due he seals
  A pardon on the breast;
  The wounds of sin his Spirit heals,
  And brings the gospel-rest.

5 [So comes the peace of God,
  Which cheers the conscience well;
  And love shed in the heart abroad,
  More sweet than we can tell.]

6 Adopted sons perceive
  Their kindred to the sky;
  The Father’s pardoning love receive,
  And “Abba, Father,” cry.