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2 How little they thought it was he, 3 But there's a wonder-working wood, Whom they had ill-treated and sold !
I've heard believers say, How great their confusion must be,
Can make these bitter waters good, As soon as his name he had told !
And take the curse away. “ I'm Joseph your brother," he said,
4 The virtues of this healing tree " And still to my heart you are dear;
Are known and priz'd by few ; You sold me, and thought I was dead, Reveal this secret, Lord, to me, But God, for your sakes, sent me here."
That I may prize it too. 3 Though greatly distressed before,
5 The cross on which the Saviour died, When charg’d with purloining the cup, And conquer'd for his saints; They now were confounded much more, This is the tree, by faith applied, Not one of them durst to look up.
Which sweetens all complaints. “Can Joseph, whom we would have slain, Forgive us the evil we did!
6 Thousands have found the bless'd effect, And will he our household maintain ?
No longer mourn their lot: O, this is a brother indeed!"
While on his sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot. 4 Thus dragg‘d by my conscience, I came, And laden with guilt, to the Lord,
7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, Surrounded with terror and shame,
Though many griefs they meet; Unable to utter a word.
They draw again from ev'ry loss,
And find the bitter sweet.
Jehovah-Rophi; or, the Lord my Ilealer. 5 But, oh! what surprise when he spoke,
Chap. xv. 26.
Waiting to feel thy touch ; O’erwhelmed and confounded by grace: Deep-wounded souls to thee repair, “Poor sinner, I know thee full well,
And Saviour we are such. By thee I was sold and was slain;
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, But I died to redeem thee from hell,
We faintly trust thy word; And raise thee in glory to reign.
But wilt thou pity us the less? 6 “ I'm Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem’d, Be that far from thee, Lord ! And crucified often afresh ;
3 Remember him who once applied But let me henceforth be esteem'd
With trembling for relief; Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh:
“Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,* My pardon I freely bestow,
“O help my unbelief!" Thy wants I will fully supply; I'll guide thee and guard thee below,
4 She too who touch'd thee in the press, And soon will remove thee on high.
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, “ Daughter go in peace, 7 “Go, publish to sinners around, That they may be willing to come,
Thy faith hath made the whole.”+ The mercy which now you have found,
5 Conceald amid the gathering throng, And tell them that yet there is room.”
She would have shunn'd thy view; O sinners! the message obey,
And if her faith was firm and strong, No more vain excuses pretend;
Had strong misgivings too.
To touch thee if we may ;
Manna. Chap. xvi. 18.
The want of other bread;
While God is able to provide,
His people shall be fed.
2 Thus, though the corn and wine should fail, 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream, And creature-streams be dry, But now awake, I find
of faith will still prevail, That sin has poison'd ev'ry stream,
For blessings from on high.
* Mark ix. 24.
† Mark v. 34.
3 Of this kind care how sweet a proof! No sword nor spear the stripling took, It suited ev'ry taste;
But chose a pebble from the brook. Who gather'd most had just enough, 2 'Twas Israel's God and King Enough who gather'd least.
Who sent him to the fight; 4 'Tis thus our gracious Lord divides
Who gave him strength to sling, Our comforts and our cares;
And skill to aim aright. His own unerring hand provides, Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, And gives us each our shares.
Because young David's God is yours. 5 He knows how much the weak can bear, 3 Who order'd Gideon forth And helps them when they cry;
To storm the invader's camp,* The strongest have no strength to spare, With arms of little worth, For such he'll strongly try.
A pitcher and a lamp? 6 Daily they saw the manna come, The trumpets made his coming known, And cover all the ground;
And all the host was overthrown. But what they tried to keep at home, 4 Oh! I have seen the day, Corrupted soon was found.
When with a single word, 7 Vain their attempt to store it up,
God helping me to say, This was to tempt the Lord;
My trust is in the Lord,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
Self-righteousness, and pride,
How often do they steal
My weapon from my side ? 1 The manna, favour'd Israel's meat,
Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Was gather'd day by day;
Will help his servant to the end. C. When all the host was serv'd, the heat Melted the rest away.
HYMN XVIII. 2 In vain to hoard it up they tried, Against tomorrow came;
The golden Calf. Chap. xxxii. 4. 21. It then bred worms and putrified, And prov'd their sin and shame.
1 WHEN Israel heard the fiery law
From Sinai's top proclaim'd, 3 'Twas daily bread, and would not keep,
Their hearts seemd full of holy awe, But must be still renew'd;
Their stubborn spirits tam'd.
2 Yet, as forgetting all they knew,
Ere forty days were past, 4 The truths by which the soul is fed,
With blazing Sinai still in view,
A molten calf they cast.
3 Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Who on the mount had been, 5 However true they have no life Or unction to impart;
He durst prepare the idol beast,
And lead them on to sin.
4 Lord, what is man, and what are we, 6 Nor can the best experience past
To recompense thee thus !
In their offence our own we see,
Their story points at us.
5 From Sinai's top we heard thee speak, 7 Dear Lord, while we in prayer are found,
And from mount Calv'ry too; Do thou the manna give;
And yet to idols oft we seek,
While thou art in our view.
6 Some golden calf, or golden dream,
Some fancied creature good,
Presumes to share the heart with him HYMN XVII.
Who bought the whole with blood. Jehovah-Nissi ; or, the Lord my Banner.
7 Lord, save us from our golden calves, Chap. xvii. 15.
Our sin with grief we own; 1 By whom was David taught
We would no more be thine by halves,
But live to thee alone.
* Judges vii. 20.
4 But Balaam's wish was vain,
His heart was insincere;
He thirsted for unrighteous gain,
And sought a portion here.
5 He seern'd the Lord to know, 1 SEE Aaron, God's anointed priest,
And to offend him loth;
But Mammon prov'd his overthrow; In robes of mystic meaning drest,
For none can serve them both.
6 May you, my friends, and I, 2 The plate of gold which crowns his brows
Warning from hence receive;
If like the righteous we would die,
To choose the life they live.
HYMN XXI. 4 Urim and Thummim near his heart,
Gibeon. Chap. x. 6.
1 When Joshua, by Gol's command, The sacred light of truth impart,
Invaded Canaan's guilty land,
Gibeon, unlike the nations round, 5 Through him the eye of faith descries
Submission made, and mercy found. A greater priest than he:
2 Their stubborn neighbours, who, enrag'd, Thus Jesus pleads above the skies,
United war against them wag'd, For you, my friends, and me.
By Joshua soon were overthrown, 6 He bears the names of all his saints
For Gibeon's cause was now his own. Deep on his heart engravid;
3 He from whose arm they ruin fear'd, Attentive to the state and wants
Their leader and ally appear’d; Of all his love has saved.
An emblem of the Saviour's grace, 7 In him a holiness coinplete,
To those who humbly seek his face. Light and perfections shine,
4 The men of Gibeon wore disguise, And wisdom, grace, and glory meet;
And gaind their peace by framing lies; A Saviour all divine !
For Joshua had no power to spare, 9 The blood, which as a priest he bears If he had known from whence they were. For sinners, is his own:
5 But Jesus invitation sends, The incense of his prayers and tears
Treating with rebels as his friends; Perfume the holy throne.
And holds the promise forth in view, 9 In him my weary soul has rest,
To all who for his mercy sue. Though I am weak and vile,
6 Too long his goodness I disdain'd, I read my name upon his breast,
Yet went at last, and peace obtained ; And see the Father smile.
But soon the noise of war I heard,
And former friends in arms appear'd. NUMBERS.
7 Weak in myself, for help I cried,
Lord, I am pressid on every side;
The cause is thine, they fight with me, HYMN XX.
But every blow is aimed at thee. Balaam's Wish.* Chap. xxiii. 10. 8 With speed to my relief he came, 1 How bless'd the righteous are,
And put my enemies to shame: When they resign their breath;
Thus sav'd by grace, I live to sing No wonder Balaam wish'd to share
The love and triumphs of my King. In such a happy death. 2 “Oh! let me die," said he,
JUDGES. “The death the righteous do; When life is ended, let me be
HYMN XXII. Found with the faithful few.” 3 The force of truth, how great!
Jehovah-Shalom ; or, the Lord is Peace. When enemies confess,
Chap. vi. 24. None but the righteous, whom they hate, 1 Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd, A solid hope possess.
To satisfy the law's demand,
By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, • Book III. Hymon lxxi.
Before the Father's face I stand.
2 To reconcile offending man,
With honey afterwards was stor’d, Make Justice drop her angry rod;
And furnish'd him with food. What creature could have form’d the plan, 2 Believers, as they pass along, Or who fulfil it, but a God?
With many lions meet, 3 No drop remains of all the curse,
But gather sweetness from the strong, For wretches who deserv'd the whole;
And from the eater meat. No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce
3 The lions rage and roar in vain, The guilty, but returning soul.
For Jesus is their shield; 4 Peace by such means so dearly bought, Their losses prove a certain gain, What rebel could have hop'd to see?
Their troubles comfort yield. Peace, by his injur'd Sovereign wrought, 4 The world and Satan join their strength, His Sovereign fastened to the tree.
To fill their souls with fears; 5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare! But crops of Joy they reap at length,
For strife with earth and hell begins; From what they sow in tears.
5 Afflictions make them love the word, They hate the soul that hates his sins.
Stir up their hearts to prayer, 6 Let them in horrid league agree!
And many precious fruits afford
Of their Redeemer's care.
6 The lions roar, but cannot kill;
Then fear them not, my friends,
They bring us, though against their will,
The honey Jesus sends.
Hannah; or, The Throne of Grace. Was from it afterwards withheld,
Chap. i. 18. And only fell upon the ground.
1 WHEN Hannah, press'd with grief,
Pour'd forth her soul in prayer, 3 To Israel thus the heavenly dew Of saving truth was long restrain’d;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there:
Like her, in ev'ry trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace. 4 But now the Gentiles have receiv'd The balmy dew of gospel-peace;
2 When she began to pray, And Israel, who his Spirit griev'd,
Her heart was paind and sad;
But ere she went away, Is left a dry and empty fleece.
Was comforted and glad : 5 This dew still falls at his command,
In trouble what a resting-place To keep his chosen plants alive;
Have they who know the throne of grace; They shall, though in a thirsty land, • Like willows by the waters thrive."*
3 Though men and devils rage,
And threaten to devour, 6 But chiefly when his people meet,
The saints, from age to age, To hear his word and seek his face,
Are safe from all their power; The gentle dew, with influence sweet, Descends, and nourishes their grace.
Fresh strength they gain to run their race,
By waiting at the throne of grace. 7 But, ah! what numbers still are dead,
4 Eli her case mistook; Though under means of grace they lie!
How was her spirit mov'd The dew still falling round their head,
By his unkind rebuke! And yet their heart untouch'd and dry.
But God her cause approv'd. 8 Dear Saviour! hear us when we call, We need not fear a creature's face,
To wrestling prayer an answer give; While welcome at a throne of grace.
5 She was not fillid with wine, That all may feel, and all may live.
As Eli rashly thought;
But with a faith divine,
And found the help she sought: Samson's Lion. Chap. xiv. 8. Though men despise and call us base, 1 The lion that on Samson roar'd,
Still let us ply the throne of grace. And thirsted for his blood,
6 Men have not power or skill
With troubled souls to bear;
* Isa. xliv. 4.
Though they express good-will, 5 If he his will reveal,
Let us obey his call;
And think, whate'er the flesh may feel, When we approach the throne of grace.
His love deserves our all. 7 Numbers before have tried,
6 We should maintain in view
His glory, as our end;
Too much we cannot bear or do,
For such a matchless friend.
7 His saints should stand prepared
In duty's path to run; 8 As fogs obscure the light,
Nor count their greatest trials hard,
So that his will be done.
8 With Jesus for our guide, Thus Jesus will our troubles chase,
The path is safe, though rough; By shining from the throne of grace.* The promise says, “I will provide,"
And faith replies, “ Enough.”
Saul's Armour. Chap. xvii. 38–40. The Lord reveald his mighty grace; 1 WHEN first my soul enlisted Self reigned like Dagon on the throne,
My Saviour's foes to fight, But could not long maintain its place.
Mistaken friends insisted 2 It fell, and own'd the power divine,
I was not arm'd aright. (Grace can with ease the victory gain)
So Saul advised David, But soon this wretched heart of mine
He certainly would fail, Contriv'd to set it up again.
Nor could his life be saved,
Without a coat of mail. 3 Again the Lord his name proclaimed, And brought the hateful idol low;
2 But David, though he yielded Then self, like Dagon, broken, maimed,
To put the armour on, Seemed to receive a mortal blow.
Soon found he could not wield it,
And ventur'd forth with none. 4 Yet self is not of life bereft, Nor ceases to oppose his will ;
With only sling and pebble, Though but a maimed stump be left
He fought the fight of faith; "Tis Dagon, 'tis an idol still.
The weapons seem'd but feeble, 5 Lord, must I always guilty prove,
Yet prov'd Goliah's death. And idols in my heart have room?f
3 Had I by him been guided, Oh! let the fire of heavenly love
And quickly thrown away The very stump of self consume !
The armour men provided,
I might have gain'd the day;
But arm'd as they advis'd me,
My expectations fail'd;
And had almost prevailid. 1 The kine unguided went
4 Furnish'd with books and notions, By the directest road,
And arguments and pride, When the Philistines homeward sent
I practis'd all my motions, The ark of Israel's God.
And Satan's pow'r defied; 2 Lowing they passed along,
But soon perceiv'd with trouble, And left their calves shut up;
That these would do no good; They felt an instinct for their young
Iron to him is stubble, But would not turn or stop.
And brass like rotten wood. 3 Shall brutes, devoid of thought,
5 I triumph'd at a distance, Their Maker's will obey,
While he was out of sight; And we who by his grace are taught,
But faint was my resistance, More stubborn prove than they?
When forc'd to join in fight: 4 He shed his precious blood,
He broke my sword in shivers, To make us his alone;
And pierc'd my boasted shield; If wash'd in that atoning flood,
Laugh'd at my vain endeavours, We are no more our own.
And drove me from the field.