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How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God!
And O! how rich the blessings are,
That blossom from his rod!
He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel
May grace and peace impart.
Instructed thus, they bow,
And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.
His covenant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands,
That closer still engage their hearts
To honour his commands.
Our Father, we consent
To discipline divine;
And bless the pains that make our souls
Still more completely thine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DENNIS
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1845
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 286 | F | | # 366 | F | | # 506 | F | | # 355 | G | | # 49 | G | | # 351 | G | | # 376 | No key | | # 108 | F | | # 228 | F | | # 437 | F | | # 751 | F | | # 253.2 | F |
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