Verse 1
The children every one partake
The chastisement for all design’d,
Their God doth no exception make,
Impartially, severely kind,
No fav’rite uncorrected leaves,
But scourges all whom he receives.

Verse 2
To none of the believing race
This mark their Father’s love denies:
But when he sees the light of grace
The babe in Christ that moment cries,
And of the heavenly Spirit born
Begins at once to breathe, and mourn.

Verse 3
In sorrow, as in grace, we grow,
With closer fellowship in pain,
Our Lord more intimately know,
’Till coming to a perfect man,
His sharpest agonies we share,
And all his marks of passion bear.

Verse 4
Partakers of his bitterest cup,
And burthen’d with his heaviest load,
We fill his after-sufferings up,
Conform’d to an expiring God;
And only such our Father owns,
And seats on our appointed thrones.