The children of the saints_
How oft they chafe and fret,
Within the bonds of love and grace,
Which God has round them set.

Some have in childhood’s years,
Confessed Christ as their own,
But later on they oft rebel,
And dare to walk alone.

They find the path too straight,
They want a wider sphere,
And as they from the fold do stray,
Give cause for many a tear.

The world attractive seems,
They would its pleasures share,
Their youthful lusts they would indulge,
And shun parental care.

But God is ever near,
He slumbers not nor sleeps,
And over His rebellious ones,
A watchful eye He keeps.

He hears our every prayer,
He shares our deep concern,
And in His own good time and way,
Will back their footsteps turn.

He’d speak in tender love,
Ere He would use His rod,
He’s worthy of our perfect trust,
Our faithful Father-God.

And though our hearts may grieve,
That chastening they may see,
We know whatever He may do,
‘Twill for their blessing be.

So casting them on Him,
Each day from morn till night,
Our hearts may know His perfect peace,

Till faith be changed to sight.