"He woundeth, and his hands make whole" (Job 5:18.)

Dear Lord, I thankfully kiss the hand
That gently stripped me bare,
And laid me on Thy tender breast
To lose my sorrow there.
'Twas anguish when earth's cup was spilled,
But now with Thee 'tis overfilled;
For, Jesus, Thou art more to me
Than all earth's brimming cups could be.