1 The Lord, how kind are all his ways,
When most they seem severe!
He frowns, and scourges, and rebukes,
That we may learn his fear.
2 With thorns he fences up our path,
And builds a wall around,
To guard us from the death that lurks
In sin's forbidden ground.
3 Return, ye wand'ring souls, return,
And seek his tender breast;
Call back the mem'ry of the days,
When there you found your rest.
4 Behold, O Lord! we fly to thee,
Tho' blushes veil our face;
Constrain'd our last retreat to seek
In thy much injur'd grace.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #248