1 How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God!
And O! how rich the blessings are,
That blossom from his rod!
2 He lifts it up on high,
With pity in his heart;
That ev'ry stroke his children feel
May grace and peace impart.
3 Instruct thus, they bow
And own his sov'reign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.
4 His cov'nant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands
that closer still engage their hearts,
To honour his commands.
5 Submissive, Lord! we yield
To discipline divine,
And bless the pains that make us still
More uniformly thine.
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First Line: | How gracious and how wise |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Troubles of Life |