How ten­der is Thy hand,
O Thou most gra­cious Lord!
Afflictions came at Thy com­mand,
And left us at Thy word.

How gen­tle was the rod
That chast­ened us for sin!
How soon we found a smil­ing God
Where deep distress had been.

A father’s hand we felt,
A fa­ther’s love we knew;
’Mid tears of pe­nitence we knelt,
And found His promise true.

We told Him all our grief,
We thought of Je­sus’ love;
A sense of pardon brought relief,
And bade our pains re­move.

Now will we bless the Lord,
And in His strength con­fide;
Forever be His name ad­ored,
For there is none be­side.