Even while bowed beneath the chast’ning rod,
When to thy humble spirit it was shown
That glorious is the “City of thy God?”
Hast thou not seen the King in beauty there,
And has He not assured thy fainting heart,
That from His reconciled, His child and heir,
The covenant of His peace would ne’er depart?
Has He not fully satisfied thy soul
With the pure river of His joy and love,
Subdued each murmuring thought to his control,