Ver. 153 81 82. 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end?
Ver. 71. 2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God.
Ver. 50. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins, I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins.
Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul opprest with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead.
Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Tho' they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from thy faithful care.
Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way.