How tender is thy hand,

O thou most gracious 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;

’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,

And found his word was true.

4 Now we will bless the Lord,

And in his strength confide;

For ever be his name adored,

For there is none beside.