How gracious and how wise

Verse 1

How gracious and how wise Is our chastising God! And O! how rich the blessings are, That blossom from his rod!

Verse 2

He lifts it up on high, With pity in his heart; That ev'ry stroke his children feel May grace and peace impart.

Verse 3

Instruct thus, they bow And own his sov'reign sway; They turn their erring footsteps back To his forsaken way.

Verse 4

His cov'nant love they seek, And seek the happy bands That closer still engage their hearts, To honour his commands.

Verse 5

Submissive, Lord! we yield To discipline divine, And bless the pains that make us still More uniformly thine.