God's Tenderness in Our Grief. (883) How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been! 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true. 4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove. Thomas Hastings.
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