Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God. <br /> <br />ver. 67,59 <br /> <br />Father, I bless thy gentle hand; <br />How kind was thy chastising rod, <br />That forced my conscience to a stand, <br />And brought my wand'ring soul to God! <br /> <br />Foolish and vain, I went astray <br />Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; <br />I left my guide, and lost my way; <br />But now I love and keep thy word. <br /> <br />ver. 71 <br /> <br />'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, <br />For pride is apt to rise and swell; <br />'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, <br />That I might learn his statutes well. <br /> <br />ver. 72 <br /> <br />The law that issues from thy mouth <br />Shall raise my cheerful passions more <br />Than all the treasures of the south, <br />Or western hills of golden ore. <br /> <br />ver. 73 <br /> <br />Thy hands have made my mortal frame, <br />Thy Spirit formed my soul within; <br />Teach me to know thy wondrous name, <br />And guard me safe from death and sin. <br /> <br />ver. 74 <br /> <br />Then all that love and fear the Lord <br />At my salvation shall rejoice; <br />For I have hoped in thy word, <br />And made thy grace my only choice.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-119-last-part/
