We feel thy awful chastening rod

We feel thy awful chastening rod

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1 We feel thy awful chast'ning rod,
Thy sovereign justice we adore;
Yet we approach thy feet, O God,
Thy boundless mercy to implore.

2 Teach us to mourn for all our guilt;
May reformation fill the land;
No more may human blood be spilt,
But love and joy each heart expand.

3 To thee, O Lord, to thee alone,
We look for help, while drown'd in tears.
Send down salvation from thy throne;
Subdue our hearts, remove our fears.

4 Unite our souls to trust thy grace;
Portentous, angry clouds dispel;
Let party-feuds no more have place,
Nor tongues be "set on fire of hell."

5 May the kind spirit of thy Son
Preside and rule in ev'ry soul;
That wars may cease, thy will be done,
And praise resound from pole to pole.

Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #418

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