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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
3323.
[Afflicted by a gracious God]
No chastening for the present seemeth to be, &c.
—xii. 11.
Afflicted by a gracious God,
The stroke I patiently sustain,
Grievous to feeble flesh and blood;
Unable to rejoice in pain,
Beneath a Father's hand I bow,
And groan to feel the chastening now.
The stroke I patiently sustain,
Grievous to feeble flesh and blood;
Unable to rejoice in pain,
Beneath a Father's hand I bow,
And groan to feel the chastening now.
But when He hath my patience proved,
And sees me to His will resign'd,
His heavy hand and rod removed
Shall leave its bless'd effects behind,
The sure, inviolable peace,
The fruit of finish'd righteousness.
And sees me to His will resign'd,
His heavy hand and rod removed
Shall leave its bless'd effects behind,
The sure, inviolable peace,
The fruit of finish'd righteousness.
This pain, this consecrated pain,
With which my soul and flesh are fill'd,
His instrument if He ordain,
The pure and perfect love shall yield;
But by whatever means 'tis done,
The work, and praise is all His own.
With which my soul and flesh are fill'd,
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The pure and perfect love shall yield;
But by whatever means 'tis done,
The work, and praise is all His own.
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