Ev'n self-inflicted wounds He heals,
Guides when astray He sees us.
Paternal kindness, tender love,
To these His heart doth ever move,
This love poor sinners beareth,
For whom as sons He careth.
Ah! silence doth He often keep,
But still the while He blesses,
E'en though we tears of anguish weep,
Though grief the heart depresses,