Text: | Discipline |
1 O throw away thy Rod!
O throw away thy Wrath!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle Path.
2 Thou seest my Heart's Desire
Still unto thee be bent!
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.
3 Not e'en a Word or Look
Do I approve or own,
But by the Model of thy Book,
Thy sacred Book alone.
4 Altho' I fail, I weep,
Altho' I halt in Peace
Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the Throne of Grace.
5 O then let Wrath remove;
For Love will do the Deed;
Love will the Conquest gain with Love
Even strong Hearts will bleed.
6 For Love is swift of Foot,
Love is a Man of War;
Love can resistless Arrows shoot,
And hit the Mark from far.
7 Who can escape the Bow?
That which hath wrought on thee,
Which brought the King of Glory low,
Must surely work on me.
8 O throw away thy rod,
What tho' Man Frailties hath?
Thou art our Saviour and our God:
O throw away they Wrath!
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First Line: | O throw away thy Rod! |
Title: | Discipline |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |