1 Dost thou my profit seek,
And chasten as a friend?
O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod;
There's hope yet in my end.
2 Dost thou thro' death's dark vale
Conduct to heav'n at last?
The future good will make amends
For all the evil past.
3 Lord, I would not repine
At strokes in mercy sent;
If the chastisement comes in love,
My soul shall be content.
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First Line: | Dost thou my profit seek |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | submission under Afflictions |
Notes: | Public Domain. |