CXLIII. GOD bringing his People into the Covenant under the Rod.

HOW gracious and how wise
Is our chastising GOD!
And O! how rich the Blessings are,
Which blossom from his Rod!

He lifts it up on high
With Pity in his Heart,
That ev'ry Stroke his Children feel
May Grace and Peace impart.

Instructed thus they bow,
And own his sov'reign Sway;
They turn their erring Foctsteps back
To his forsaken Way.

His Cov'nant-Love they seek,
And seek the happy Bands,
That closer still engage their Hearts
To honour his Commands.

Dear Father, we consent
To Discipline divine;
And bless the Pains, that make our Souls
Still more compleatly thine.