1 Lord, unafflicted, undismayed,
In pleasure's path how long I stayed!
Bur Thou hast made me feel Thy rod,
And turned my soul to Thee, my God.
2 What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless Thy hand that cased the smart;
It taught my tears a while to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.
3 Oh hadst Thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised,
And still the snare, in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betrayed.
4 I love Thy chastenings, oh my God;
They fix my hopes on Thy abode,
Where, in Thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.
Source: The Book of Worship #320