Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine

Verse 1

Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and shine, Let us perceive thee nigh! And to each mourning child of thine, These gracious words apply.

Verse 2

"Let not my children slight the stroke, I for chastisement send; Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, For I am still their friend.

Verse 3

"The wicked I perhaps may leave Awhile and not reprove; But all the children I receive, I scourge because I love.

Verse 4

"I see your hearts at present filled With grief and deep distress; But soon these bitter seeds shall yield The fruits of righteousness."