By A Collection of Hymns

       7s & 6s.
      1 FATHER, if thou must reprove
      For all that I have done,
      Not in anger, but in love
      Chastise thine humbled son;
      Use the rod, and not the sword,
      Correct with kind severity;
      Bring me not to nothing, Lord!
      But bring me home to thee.

      2 True and faithful as thou art,
      To all thy Church and me,
      Give a new, believing heart,
      That knows and cleaves to thee;
      Freely our backslidings heal,
      And, by thy precious blood restored,
      Grant that every soul may feel,
      "Thou art my pardoning Lord!"

      3 Might we now with pure desire
      Thine only love request;
      Now, with willing heart entire,
      Return to Christ our rest!
      When we our whole hearts resign,
      O Jesus, to be filled with thee,
      Thou art ours, and we are thine,
      Through all eternity.