HYMNS. I. WALKING WITH GOD. Gen. v. 24. OH! for a closer walk with God, Where is the blessedness I knew What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! Return, O holy Dove, return! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, VOL. III. So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road II. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. Gen. xxii. 14. THE saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect his aid, The Saviour will appear. This Abraham found: he raised the knife; and said, "Forbear! God saw, Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; Behold the victim there." Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; Saul turns his arms another way, When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, Blest proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in his word! May every deep-felt care of mine Be trusted with the Lord. 1 1 Sam. xxiii. 27. 2 Jonah i. 17. Wait for his seasonable aid, The promise may be long delay'd, III. JEHOVAH-ROPHI. I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE. Exod. xv. 26. HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are, Our faith is feeble, we confess, Remember him who once applied, 1 "Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,1 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, 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. 1 Mark ix. 24. 2 2 Mark v. 34. Like her, with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee, if we may; Send none unheal'd away. IV. JEHOVAH-NISSI. THE LORD MY BANNER. Exod. xvii. 15. By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. 'Twas Israel's God and king Who sent him to the fight; Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp, With arms of little worth, 1 A pitcher and a lamp ?1 The trumpets made his coming known, 1 Judges vii. 9, and 20. Oh! I have seen the day, My trust is in the Lord, My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side! V. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE. JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, To reconcile offending man, Make Justice drop her angry rod; What creature could have form'd the plan, No drop remains of all the curse, For wretches who deserved the whole; No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce The guilty, but returning soul. |