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O God, whene’er thy saints offend,
Thou has a gentle rod;
The trials thou in love dost send,
Shall make them serve their God.
Blest is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;
Thy chastenings make thy children wise,
When they forget thy law.
But God will ne’er cast off his saints,
Nor his own covenant break;
He hearkens to their meek complaints,
For their Redeemer’s sake.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 94;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 382 |
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