The beneﬁt of affliction
LORD, when to thee my sinking soul
Did in affliction ﬂy;
Thy mercy did my griefs control,
And all my wants supply.
2 How oft, when dark misfortune’s band
Around their victim stood,
The seeming ill, at thy command
Hath changed to real good!
3 The tempest that obscured the sky
Hath set my spirit free
From earthly care and sensual joy,
And turn’d my thoughts to thee.
4 Affliction’s blast hath made me learn
To feel for others’ wo;
And humbly seek, with deep concern,
My own defects to know.
5 Then rage, ye storms ; ye billows, roar;
My heart deﬁes your shock:
Ye make me cling to God the more,-
To God, my shelt’ring rock.
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)