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.
Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H87