Does the Lord af­flict His chos­en?
’Tis to draw them near­er home;
Many are the wiles that lure them
From their Fa­ther’s house to roam.

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Listen to His lov­ing whis­per,
Weary soul, come un­to Me;
Listen to His loud­er sum­mons,
Still ’tis love that call­eth thee.

Whom God lov­eth He chas­tis­eth,
Grinds his id­ols in­to dust;
Turns earth’s plea­sures in­to ash­es,
Shows how vain in them to trust.

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All His rag­ing waves and bil­lows
O’er thee now may wild­ly roll,
Yet He sure­ly will de­li­ver
Every hum­ble, con­trite soul.

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He will ne’er for­sake nor leave us,
He’ll com­plete the work be­gun,
We will trust Him, ev­er trust Him,
Till we hear His glad Well done.

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