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I: Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, / My peace and pardon to procure, / The lighter cross I bear for thee / Help me with patience to endure.
II: The storm of loud repining hush, / I would in humble silence mourn; / Why should th unburnt though burning bush / Be angry as the crackling thorn?
III: Man should not faint at thy rebuke, / Like Joshua falling on his face, / When the cursed thing that Achan took / Brought Isr'el into just disgrace.
IV: Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd, / Some secret sin, offends my God; / Perhaps that Babylonish vest, / Self-righteousness, provokes the rod.
V: Ah! were I buffeted all day, / Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon, / I yet should have no right to say, / My great distress is mine alone.
VI: Let me not angrily declare / No pain was ever sharp like mine; / Nor murmur at the cross I bear, / But rather weep, rememb'ring thine.