Your judgments are fearful
But your disciplines cheerful
Your loving correction
Is so great an affection
Though it brings sorrow
Joy comes on the morrow
You will never allow
One of yours to bow
To any secret sin
Nothing evil within
But you drive us away
From every evil to sway
A Father’s strong hand
Means a love so grand
He will not let me kiss
That which will miss
The joy of His glory
Let me shout out the story
Of a God who takes wrath
Out of my path
And on to His Son
By such grace I am won
No comments:
Post a Comment