While this hand chastens, that diffuses bliss,
O teach my soul chearful resignation
To thy will; calm content and smiling patience;
Forgive my sins, then tho’ deprived of vision,
Of seeing thee, in all the wondrous works
In air, earth, sea and skies, supreme perfection
Will I kiss the rod and bless the smiter;
Will I thank thy divine correcting hand,
Which might have made me infinitely worse,
For all the various blessings I enjoy;