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1 Does the Lord afflict His chosen?
’Tis to draw them nearer home;
Many are the wiles that lure them
From their Father’s house to roam.
Listen to His loving whisper,
"Weary soul, come unto Me:;
Listen to His louder summons,
Still ’tis love that calleth thee.
2 Whom God loveth He chastiseth,
Grinds his idols into dust;
Turns earth’s pleasures into ashes,
Shows how vain in them to trust. [Refrain]
3 All His raging waves and billows
O’er thee now may wildly roll,
Yet He surely will deliver
Every humble, contrite soul. [Refrain]
4 He will ne’er forsake nor leave us,
He’ll complete the work begun,
We will trust Him, ever trust Him,
Till we heard His glad "Well done." [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9905