Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#259b

259b. Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God

1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand;
How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God!

2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord,
I left my guide, and lost my way:
But now I love and keep thy word.

3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.

4 The law that issues from thy mouth
Shall raise my cheerful passions more
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.

5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy spirit form'd my soul within:
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.

6 Then all that love and fear the Lord
At my salvation shall rejoice;
For I have trusted in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle hand
• Title: Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:67
  ;
  Psalm 119:50
  ;
  Psalm 119:71-74
• Notes: Last part

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