How tender is my hand

1How tender is my hand,
O thou most gracious God!
Affections come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.

2How gentle is the rod
That chastens us for sin!
How soon we find a smiling God
Where deep distress has been!

3A Father's hand we feel,
A Father's love we know;
'Mid tears of penitence we kneel,
And find his promise true.

4We tell him all our grief,
We tell him all our care;
A sense of pardon brings relief,
And bids our sorrows cease.

5How will thy rod uphold,
And in his strength confide;
Forever he his sheep will fold,
For there is none beside.