Make, Make Me Thine, My Gracious God, Or With Thy Staff, Or With Thy Rod; And Be The Blow, Too, What It Will, Lord, I Will Kiss It, Though It Kill: Beat Me, Bruise Me, Rack Me, Rend Me, Yet, In Torments, I'll Commend Thee; Examine Me With Fire, And Prove Me To The Full, Yet I Will Love Thee; Nor Shall Thou Give So Deep A Wound But I As Patient Will Be Found.