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S. M.
Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
Heb. 12:6.
How tender is thy hand,
O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God,
Where deep distress had been!
3 A Father’s hand we felt,
A Father’s heart we knew;
’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.
4 Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide;
For ever be his name adored,
For there is none beside.
T. Hastings.