Consider All My Sorrows, Lord

Consider all my sor­rows

Lord

And Thy de­liv­er­ance send;

My soul for Thy sal­va­tion faints

When will my trou­bles end?

Yet I have found

’tis good for me

To bear my Fa­ther’s rod;

Afflictions make me learn Thy law

And live up­on my God.

This is the com­fort I en­joy

When new dis­tress be­gins

I read Thy Word

I run Thy way

And hate my for­mer sins.

Had not Thy Word been my de­light

When earth­ly joys were fled

My soul

op­pressed with sor­row’s weight

Had sunk amongst the dead.

I know Thy judg­ments

Lord

are right

Tho’ they may seem sev­ere;

The sharp­est suf­fer­ings I en­dure

Flow from Thy faith­ful care.

Before I knew Thy chas­ten­ing rod

My feet were apt to stray;

But now I learn to keep Thy Word

Nor wan­der from Thy way.