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1 Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine,
Let us perceive thee nigh!
And to each mourning child of thine,
These gracious words apply.
2 "Let not my children slight the stroke,
I for chastisement send;
Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke,
For I am still their friend.
3 "The wicked I perhaps may leave
Awhile and not reprove;
But all the children I receive,
I scourge because I love.
4 "I see your hearts at present fill'd
With grief and deep distress;
But soon these bitter seeds shall yield
The fruits of righteousness."
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine |
| Title: | Benefit of afflictions |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1799 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Benefit of afflictions |
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