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God dealeth with you as with sons.
Heb. 12:7.
How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God;
And, O! how rich the blessings are
Which blossom from his rod!
2 He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel,
May grace and peace impart.
3 Instructed thus, they bow
And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.
4 His covenant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands
That closer still engage their hearts
To honor his commands.
5 Our Father, we consent
To discipline divine;
And bless the pain that makes our souls
Still more completely thine.
6 Supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace,
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.
Doddridge.