At first he look'd stern and severe;. What anguish then pierced my heart! Expecting each moment to hear The sentence, Thou cursed, depart!' And raise thee in glory to reign. 6 I am Jesus whom thou hast blasphem'd, But let me henceforth be esteem'd Thy wants I will fully supply; No more vain excuses pretend; EXODUS. 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, 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream; That sin has poison'd every stream, 3 But there's a wonder-working wood, Can make these bitter waters good, 4 The virtues of this healing tree 5 The cross on which the Saviour dy'd, Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the bless'd effect, 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, They draw a gain from every loss, XIV. C. Jehovah-Rophi,-I am the Lord that healeth thee. Chap. xv. 1 HEAL us, Emanuel, here we are, 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, 3 Remember him who once apply'd With trembling for relief; 'Lord, I believe,' with tears he cry'd, O help my unbelief*'! 4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, Daughter, go in peace, 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, XV.-Manna. Chap. xvi. 18. 1 MANNA to Israel well supply'd 2 (Thus, tho' the corn and wine should fail, And creature-streams be dry, The pray'r of faith will still prevail 3 Of his kind care how sweet a proof! 4 'Tis thus our gracious Lord provides His own unerring hand divides, 5 He knows how much the weak can bear, 6 Daily they saw the manna come, But what they try'd to keep at home, 7 Vain their attempt to store it up, XVI.-Manna hoarded. Chap. xvi. 20. 1 THE Manna, favour'd Israel's meat, When all the host was serv'd, the heat . 2 In vain to hoard it up they try'd It then bred worms, and putrefied, 3 'Twas daily bread, and would not keep, Faith should not want a hoard or heap, 4 The truths by which the soul is fed For notions resting in the head 5 However true, they have no life They breed the worms of pride and strife, But cannot cheer the heart. 6 Nor can the best experience past The brightest hope will faint at last, 7 Dear Lord, while we in pray'r are found, That we may eat and live. XVII. C. Jehovah-Nissi,-The Lord my 1 By whom was David taught To aim the dreadful blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low? No sword nor spear the stripling took, Who gave him strength to sling, Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, 3 Who order'd Gideon forth To storm th' invaders' camp, With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp * ? The trumpets made his coming known, 4 Oh! I have seen the day, When, with a single word, God helping me to say, My trust is in the Lord, My soul has quell'd a thousand foes, * Judges, vii. 20. |