Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 130.
[Lord, if we do thy Word transgress]
Job 9. 34. Let him take his Rod from me.
Lord, if we do thy Word transgress,
And against thee offend,
Thou wilt chastise us, more or less,
By tryals thou dost send:
And against thee offend,
Thou wilt chastise us, more or less,
By tryals thou dost send:
But thou wilt not thy love remove,
Thy Covenant is sure;
'Tis but our Souls to try and prove
To make us all more pure.
Thy Covenant is sure;
'Tis but our Souls to try and prove
To make us all more pure.
Fathers, we know, have divers Rods,
And as the offence may be,
They lighter or the heavier strike,
And so likewise doth he.
And as the offence may be,
They lighter or the heavier strike,
And so likewise doth he.
'Tis always for our good we know
He puts our Souls to grief,
And thou great bowels, Lord, dost show,
And sends us then relief.
He puts our Souls to grief,
And thou great bowels, Lord, dost show,
And sends us then relief.
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O then, ye Saints, don't think it strange
That God his Rod doth use,
But bear it, and give praise to him,
And mark what next ensues.
That God his Rod doth use,
But bear it, and give praise to him,
And mark what next ensues.
After he hath you try'd, ye shall
Come forth like pure Gold,
And in Afflictions to you all
God will his love unfold.
Come forth like pure Gold,
And in Afflictions to you all
God will his love unfold.
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