Father, if thou must reprove
For all that I have done,
Not in anger, but in love,
Chastise thine humbled son,
Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity;
Bring me not to nothing,
Lord, but bring me home to thee.
True and faithful as thou art
To all thy church and me,
Give a new, believing heart,
That knows, and cleaves to, thee;
O Jesus, to be fill’d with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine,
Through all eternity!
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