Don Fortner


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.