Crack! the Shepherd's rod comes stinging 'cross my sheepish flanks. The Spirit ministers His blows: though winded, I give thanks. O...

O sing His works, thou favored in His eyes! Yes, ring His woven praises through the skies! The Father calls, the Son enthralls, in love,...

Whom have I in heaven but Thee? Naught else in land, nor sky, nor sea. Whom could I desire but Thee? My heart and flesh may traitor be,...