Whom the Lord Loveth He Chasteneth
“One sorrow more? I thought the tale complete.”—
He bore amiss who grudges what he bore:
Stretch out thy hands and urge thy feet to meet
One sorrow more.
Yea, make thy count for two or three or four:
The kind Physician will not slack to treat
His patient while there's rankling in the sore.
Bear up in anguish, ease will yet be sweet;
Bear up all day, for night has rest in store:
Christ bears thy burden with thee, rise and greet
One sorrow more.
He bore amiss who grudges what he bore:
Stretch out thy hands and urge thy feet to meet
One sorrow more.
Yea, make thy count for two or three or four:
The kind Physician will not slack to treat
His patient while there's rankling in the sore.
Bear up in anguish, ease will yet be sweet;
Bear up all day, for night has rest in store:
Christ bears thy burden with thee, rise and greet
One sorrow more.
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