Hebrews 12:100: Father, that we are truly Thine

Father, that we are truly Thine,
By Thine afflicting hand we know,
Enter into Thy kind design,
Partakers with the Man of woe,
And bear our lot of sacred pain,
Thy nature, and Thy throne to' obtain.

Though slow of heart, we comprehend
The gracious meaning of Thy rod,
Who dost in every stroke intend
Our spiritual, eternal good:
We bless Thine acceptable will,
Which scourges and afflicts us still.

The good, which we could never find
Untroubled, unchastised by Thee,
We feel, in pain and grief resign'd,
The patient, meek humility,
The mind which in our Saviour was,
And all the bearers of His cross.

Then let us still His cross sustain,
A Father's chastisements receive,
And waiting thus the prize to gain,
We shall the life Divine retrieve,
And put Thy sinless image on,
Pure members of Thy perfect Son.