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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Dost thou my profit seek |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1789 |
| Topic: | submission under Afflictions |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |