O sons of God, rejoice!
And heed your Father’s voice,
For He is perfect when He trains.
And when He bares His rod,
It brings us close to God,
And molds us after Jesus’ name.
O sons of God, rejoice!
Though chastening will sting,
For so our earthly fathers see,
To profit us through pain,
Maturity to gain,
Yet Jesus chastens perfectly.
O sons of God, rejoice!
When you feel God’s reproach,
For wounds of love are meant to heal.
Bur Jesus paid the price,
With blood poured from his stripes,
True judgment we will never feel.
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