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1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand;
How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wandering 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 | |
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| First Line: | Father, I bless thy gentle hand |
| Title: | Sanctified Afflictions; of, Delight in the Word of God |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1786 |
| Scripture: | ; ; |
| Topic: | Counsel and Support form God; Law of God: Delight in in; Persecutors: punished (5 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |