Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth.
Hebrews, xii. 6.
O God, Whose attributes shine forth in turn,
To me conspicuous as a God of Love,
Since with weak health Thou dost my patience prove,
And kindlest fires of grief that fiercely burn;
Burn in the furnace of affliction’s fire
All that has been a hindrance and a let,
When, through Thy grace, my heart was fully set
To serve Thee as Thy righteous laws require.
In hours of weakness, O be Thou my Strength!