Hebrews 10:22: Having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience

Conscious of all that I-have done,
Of evils to the world unknown,
My punishment I feel.
Driven out from my Creator's face,
A vagrant Cazm, in every place
I carry my own hell.

Remembrance shakes her whip severe,
Her scorpion whip of guilty fear,
Of sad remorse and.shame.
But from myself I cannot fly,
Or find one drop of comfort nigh
To cool this scorching flame.

Jesus, my only Hope Thou art,