This punishment I will take.
This discipline I gladly bear.
Pour onto me Your storms of wisdom.
Let Your winds of correction blow back my hair.

I welcome the destruction
Your thunderous Word will bring.
I bow down in surrender to 
Your righteous bolts of lightning.

For in the aftermath of Your surging flood,
in the cleansing grace of Your Son’s blood,
I am washed anew, perfectly free,
relieved of the chains enslaving me.

Destroy all that binds me.
Strike down my earthly cares. 
Dear God, Your storms I will take;
Your correction I gladly bear.