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Chastisement. Ps. 6. 1; 30. 8-10; 118. 18

J. Hart      L.M.

1
To thee, my God, I make my plaint;
 To thee my trembling soul draws near;
 Let not thy chastening make me faint,
 Nor guilt o’erwhelm me with despair.

2
What though thou frown to try my faith?
 What though thy heavy hand afflict?
 Thou wilt not give me up to death,
 Not enter into judgment strict.

3
I know thy judgments, Lord, are right;
 Thy rod commands me to repent;
 If with my sin compared, ’tis light,
 And all in faithfulness is sent.

4
What would my blood avail, if spilt?
 Thou hast in richer blood been paid,
 When all my dreadful debt of guilt
 Was on my dying Saviour laid.

5
Then help me by thy grace to bear
 Whate’er thou send to purge my dross;
 If in his crown I hope to share,
 Why should I grudge to bear his cross?

6
Though thou severely with me deal,
 Still will I in thy mercy trust;
 Accomplish in me all thy will;
 Only remember I am dust.