Hymn CVIII. Short Metre. Fatherly Discipline received with Meekness

How gracious and how wise, Is our chastising God! How rich the blossoms and the fruit, Of his correcting rod!

He takes it in his hand, With pity in his heart; That every stroke his children feel May grace and peace impart.

Instructed thus, we bow, And own thy sovereign sway; We turn our erring footsteps back, To thy forsaken way.

Thy promis'd love we seek, And strengthen all the bands, Which closer still engage our hearts, To honour thy commands.

Our Father, we consent, To discipline divine; And bless the pains, which make our souls Still more completely thine.