The Lord trieth the righteous. Psalm 11:5
Words: Maud Sims, in Bright Beautiful Bells, edited by Benjamin Beall (Birmingham, Alabama & Buchanan, Georgia: B. B. Beall, 1900), number 51.
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He trieth the righteous, as Daniel of old,
And midst all the trials He bids us be bold;
He chasteneth those whom He loveth, He says,
And He’s promised to love us
Throughout all our days.
He trieth the righteous, His word tells me so;
He trieth the righteous, it must be, ’tis so;
He trieth the righteous, the story is old,
If Thou art trying me Father,
I’ll try to come out all pure gold.
He trieth the righteous, in furnaces hot,
And bids us walk thro’ them, our faith failing not;
The flames will not hurt us, on Him we rely,
The dross He’ll consume and the gold purify.
He trieth the righteous with sickness and pain,
He makes us to suffer again and again;
But if in our suffering we cling to Him still,
We can bear it with patience, because ’tis His will.
O Judge of the righteous, help us to be strong,
To love Thee and serve Thee, yes, all the day long;
And when tribulations come ’round us, just say:
He trieth the righteous, I’m glad He tries me.