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1 Father, I bless thy gentle Hand;
How kind was thy chastizing 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 chearful 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.
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First Line: | Father, I bless thy gentle Hand |
Title: | Sactified Afflictions; or, Delight in the Word of God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Afflicted: Instruction by them; Afflicted: sanctified; Counsel and Support from God(2 more...) |