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Hymn 188: Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God

HYMN CLXXXVIII.

Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God! When humbled at Thy feet, I learn the lessons of Thy rod, Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet.

For Thou dost not in wrath chastise, But when I go astray, "Return," a voice behind me cries, "Walk here;--this is the way."

Impatient of Thine easy yoke, If heedless yet I roam, Some sharp affliction, with a stroke Of kindness, warns me home.

That godly sorrow then I feel, Which nothing can control, Until the hand that wounded, heal, That bruised me, make me whole.

As, at Thy word, the winds and waves From ocean-warfare cease; That word my soul from shipwreck saves, Thy presence brings me peace.

"Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God!" 'Tis transport to repeat, When Thou hast thrown aside the rod, "Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet!"