MY FATHER'S CHASTENING ROD
My soul's distressed, my heart is pained,
Because Your chastening rod
Has stricken me, Your erring child,
To drive me to my God.
I offer no complaint to You,
I see Your hand of love:
The things that happen now to me
Come from my God above.
My gracious Father's chastening hand
My Father's love does prove,
Who for the welfare of His child
Corrects His child in love.
And so, my God, I give You thanks
For even this my test
Do now with me what You deem good,
Whate'er Your love deems best.
(Tune: Am I a Soldier)
Common Meter 86.86.