He Trieth the Righteous

He tri­eth the right­eous

as Da­ni­el of old

And midst all the tri­als He bids us be bold;

He chast­en­eth those whom He lov­eth

He says

And He’s pro­mised to love us

Throughout all our days.

He tri­eth the right­eous

His word tells me so;

He trieth the right­eous

it must be

’tis so;

He trieth the right­eous

the sto­ry is old

If Thou art try­ing me Fa­ther

I’ll try to come out all pure gold.

He tri­eth the right­eous

in fur­nac­es hot

And bids us walk thro’ them

our faith fail­ing not;

The flames will not hurt us

on Him we re­ly

The dross He’ll con­sume and the gold pu­ri­fy.

He trieth the right­eous with sick­ness and pain

He makes us to suf­fer again and again;

But if in our suf­fer­ing we cling to Him still

We can bear it with pa­tience

because ’tis His will.

O Judge of the right­eous

help us to be strong

To love Thee and serve Thee

yes

all the day long;

And when tri­bu­la­tions come ’round us

just say:

He tri­eth the right­eous

I’m glad He tries me.