We thank Thee Heavenly Father,
For thy correcting rod,
Which guides us in our journey,
And leads us home to God.
It tells us not of anger—
That weapon mortals sway;
But shows us how by Love Divine
To keep the better way.
Oh let us tread the narrow road,
Nor ever turn aside
Into the ways of mortal sense
Whose paths are broad and wide.
As we toward Thee press onward,
The way will brighter grow;
For Thou throughout the pilgrimage,
Thy loving care will show.
