Here is the burden of unconfessed sin. |When I kept silence my bones waxed old.| There is nothing brings on premature age like secret sin. It keeps the mind in perpetual unrest, and a troubled mind soon makes the body old. The real nourisher of the body is a quiet and radiant soul. But let the soul be in chaos, and the body will soon be a ruin.

And here, too, is the healthy act of confession. |I acknowledged my sin unto Thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid.| He retained no single germ of the whole unclean brood. He brought them out into the light one by one, as though he were emptying a noisome kennel. He brought them out, and named them, in the awful Presence of the Lord.

And here is the ministry of forgiveness, and therefore the miracle of restored health. Let me mark the rich variety of the descriptive words. |Forgiven!| |Covered!| |Imputed not!| It is all removed and obliterated, and the place of defilement and profanity becomes the holy temple of the Lord.