Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#276

276. Father, I bless thy gentle hand

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 wond'rous 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 hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle hand
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:67
  ;
  Psalm 119:59
  ;
  Psalm 119:71-74
• Notes: Last Part

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