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6 Thou hast help'd in every need,
This emboldens me to plead ;
Canst thou let me sink at last? 7 No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
XI.—Plenty in the Time of Dearth. Chap. xli. 56.
1 My soul once had its plenteous years,
And throve, with peace and comfort fillid,
Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld. 2 With pleasing frames and grace receiv’d,
With means and ordinances fed,
And little fear'd the want of bread! 3 But famine came, and left no sign
Of all the plenty I had seen ;
I then look'd wither’d, faint, and lean. 4 To Joseph the Egyptians went;
To Jesus I made known my case ;
Open'd his magazine of grace.
And made provisions long before ;
Supplies from his unbounded store. 6 Now on his bounty I depend,
I capnot want till he is poor.
7 O sinners, hear his gracious call !
His mercy's door stands open wide ; He has enough to feed you all,
And none who come shall be deny’d.
XII.-Joseph made known to his Brethren.
Chap. xlv. 3, 4.
1 When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Afflicted and trembling with fear, His heart with coinpassion was fillid;
From weeping he could not forbear. A while his behaviour was rough,
To bring their past sin to their mind; But, when they were humbled enough,
He hasted to shew himself kind. 2 How little they thought it was he,
Whom they had ill-treated and sold !
As soon as his name he had told !
But God, for your sake, sent me here.' 3 Though greatly distressed before,
When charg'd with purloining the cup,
Not one of them durst to look up.
Forgive us the evil we did ?
O this is a brother indeed !'
And laden with guilt to the Lord, Surrounded with terror and shame,
Unable to utter a word.
At first he look'd stern and severe;
What anguish then pierced my heart ! Expecting each moment to hear
T'he sentence, Thou cursed, depart!' 5 But, oh! what surprise when he spoke,
While tenderness beam'd in his face; My heart then to pieces was broke,
O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace: Poor sinner, I know thee full well,
By thee I was sold and was slain; But I died to redeem thee from hell,
And raise thee in glory to reign.
And crucified often afresh;
Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh:
Thy wants I will fully supply;
And soon will remove thee on high. 7 Go, publish to sinners around,
T'hat they may be willing to come, The mercy which now you have found,
And tell them that yet there is room. O sinners ! the message obey,
No more vain excuses pretend; But come without further delay,
To Jesus, our brother and friend.
XIII.-The bitter Waters. Chap. xv, 23-25.
. . 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are,
Which in this desert flow; Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 Of pleasing, draughts I once could dream ;
But now awake I find,
And left a curse behind.
I've heard believers say,
And take the curse away. 4. The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and priz'd by few :
That I may prize it too.
And conquer'd for his saints ; This is the tree, by faith apply'd,
Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the bless'd effect,
Nor longer mourn their lot; While on his sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,
Though many griefs they meet, They draw a gain from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet.
XIV. C. Jehovah-Rophi, I am the Lord that
healeth thee. Chap. xv.
1 HEAL us, Emanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch ;
And, Saviour, we are such. 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust thy word; But wilt thou pity us the less ?
Be that far from thee, Lord !
3 Remember him who once apply'd
With trembling for relief;
unbelief*'! 4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
, Thy faith hath made thee wholet.' 5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunn'd thy view ; And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too. 6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come,
To touch thee if we may ;
XV.- Manna. Chap. xvi. 18.
1 MANNA to Israel well supply'd
The want of other bread;
His people shall be fed. 2 (Thus, tho' the corn and wine should fail,
And creature-streams be dry,
For blessings from on high.)
It suited ev'ry taste;
Enough who gather'd least.
Our comforts and our cares;
And gives us each our shares.
* Mark ix. 24.
+ Mark V. 34.