Discipline by George Herbert Lyrics

THROW away Thy rod,
Throw away Thy wrath;
       &nbsp O my God,
Take the gentle path!

For my heart's desire
Unto Thine is bent:
       &nbsp I aspire
To a full consent.

Not a word or look
I affect to own,
       &nbsp But by book,
And Thy Book alone.

Though I fail, I weep;
Though I halt in pace,
       &nbsp Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.

Then let wrath remove;
Love will do the deed;
       &nbsp For with love
Stony hearts will bleed.
Love is swift of foot;
Love 's a man of war,
       &nbsp And can shoot,
And can hit from far.

Who can 'scape his bow?
That which wrought on Thee,
       &nbsp Brought Thee low,
Needs must work on me.

Throw away Thy rod;
Though man frailties hath,
       &nbsp Thou art God:
Throw away Thy wrath!