Text:Chastisement
Author:Hart

872. Chastisement

1 Gold in the furnace tried
Ne’er loses aught but dross;
So is the Christian purified
And bettered by the cross.

2 Afflictions make us see,
What else would ’scape our sight.
How very foul and dim are we,
And God how pure and bright.

3 [The punished child repents;
The parent’s bowels move;
The offended father soon relents,
And turns with double love.]

4 If God rebuke for pride,
He’ll humble thy proud heart;
If for thy want of love he chide,
That love he will impart.

5 He shall by means like these
Thy stubborn temper break;
Soften thy heart by due degrees,
And make thy spirit meek.

6 His chastening, therefore, prize,
The privilege of a saint;
Their hearts are hard who that despise,
And theirs too weak who faint.

Text Information
First Line: Gold in the furnace tried
Title: Chastisement
Author: Hart
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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