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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 6, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 9, No. 1.

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KISS THE ROD

By Elizabeth

From the Am. Messenger.

KISS THE ROD.

In sinful paths I went astray, Content to wander from my God; He followed me the livelong day, Then sent the rod.
Still unsubdued, I trod once more The paths which oft before I'd trod: Unwilling still to give me o'er, He sent the rod.
Now clouds of gloom o'erspread my sky; In all I see an angry God; I droop, and wish in vain to die, T'escape the rod.
Severer grow the well-earned blows; And now the flowery paths I trod No balm afford to heal my woes, But whet the rod.
Oh 'tis enough; I ask no more; My smitten soul bows low to God, And now my sorrows all are o'er, I kiss the rod. [Elizabeth.] Cherokee Nation, Aug 23d, 1856.