And all their future journey thro',
Yielded them drink, and gospel too!
2 In Mofes' rod a type they saw,
Of his fevere and fiery law

;

The fmitten rock prefigur'd him,

From whofe pierc'd fide all bleffings ftream.
3 But ah! the types were all too faint,
His forrows or his worth to paint;
Slight was the ftroke of Mofes' rod,
But he endur'd the wrath of GOD.
4 Their outward rock could feel no pain,
But our's was wounded, torn, and flain ;
The rock gave but a watʼry flood,
But JESUS pour'd forth ftreams of blood.
The earth is like their wilderness,
A land of drought and fore distress;
Without one ftream from pole to pole,
To fatisfy a thirsty soul.

6 But let the Saviour's praise refound;
In him refreshing ftreams are found;
Which pardon, ftrength, and comfort give,
And thirsty finners drink and live.

II. CORINTHIANS. CXXIX. My grace is fufficient for thee. Chap. xii. 9.

PPRESS'D with unbelief and fin,
Fightings without, and fears within;

While earth and hell, with force combin'd,
Affault and terrify my mind.

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2 What

2 What strength have I against fuch foes, Such hofts and legions to oppose? Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall, LORD, fave me, or I give up all. ! 3 Thus forely preft I fought the LORD, To give me fome sweet cheering word; Again I fought, and yet again;

I waited long, but not in vain. 4 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed! Exactly fuited to my need;

5

"Sufficient for thee is my grace,

Thy weakness my great pow'r difplays.”
Now I defpond and mourn no more,

I welcome all I fear'd before;

Tho' weak, I'm ftrong; tho' troubled, bleft;
For CHRIST's own pow'r fhall on me reft.
6 My grace would foon exhaufted be,
But his is boundless as the fea;

Then let me boaft with holy Paul,
That I am nothing, CHRIST is all.

GALATIAN S.

CXXX. Theinward warfare. Chap. v. 17.

STRA

TRANGE and mysterious is my life,
What oppofites I feel within!

A ftable peace, a conftant ftrife;
The rule of grace, the power of fin:
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my head.

2 I prize

2. I prize the priviledge of pray❜r,
But oh what backwardnefs to pray!
Tho' on the LORD I caft my care,
I feel its burden ev'ry day:
I feek his will in all I do,

Yet find my own is working too.

3. I call the promises my own,

4

And prize them more than mines of gold;
Yet tho' their sweetness I have known,
They leave me unimprefs'd and cold:
One hour upon the truth feed,
The next I know not what I read.

I love the holy day of rest,

When JESUS meets his gather'd faints;
Sweet day, of all the week the best!
For its return my spirit pants:

Yet often, thro' my unbelief,
It proves a day of guilt and grief.

5 While on my Saviour I rely,

I know my foes fhall loose their aim;
And therefore dare their pow'r defy,
Affur'd of conqueft thro' his name:
But foon my confidence is flain,
And all my fears return again.

6 Thus diff'rent pow'rs within me ftrive,
And grace and fin, by turns prevail;
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,
And vict'ry hangs in doubtful fcale:
But JESUS has his promife pafs'd,
That grace fhall overcome at last.

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PHIL

PHILIP PIA N S.

CXXXI.

Contentment (i). Chap, iv. II.

I FIERCE paffions difcompofe the mind,

As tempefts vex the fea;

But calm content and peace we find,
When, LORD, we turn to thee.

2 In vain by reafon and by rule,
We try to bend the will;

For none but in the Saviour's fchool,
Can learn the heavenly skill.

3 Since at his feet my foul has fat,
His gracious words to hear;
Contented with my prefent ftate,
I caft on him my care.

4 "Art thou a finner, foul? he faid,
Then how can't thou complain?
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
With everlasting pain!

5 If thou of murmuring wouldft be cur'd
Compare thy griefs with mine;

Think what my love for thee endur'd,
And thou wilt not repine.

6 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well:

Thou foon fhalt leave this wretched fpot,
And rife with me to dwell.

7 In life my grace fhall ftrength fupply,
Proportion'd to thy day.

(i) Book III, Hymn 55.

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At death thou ftill fhalt find me nigh,

.

To wipe thy tears away."

8 Thus I who once my wretched days,
In vain repinings spent ;

Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.

HEB RE W S.

CXXXII. C. Old Testament gospel. Chap. iv. 2.

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ISR

SRAEL in ancient days,
Not only had a view

Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass,
In which they faw the Saviour's face.

2 The pafchal facrifice,

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And blood-befprinkled door (k),
Seen with enlightened eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r,

Would teach the need of other blood,

To reconcile an angry GoD.

The Lamb, the Dove, fet forth
His perfect innocence (1),

Whofe blood of matchlefs worth,
Should be the foul's defence;

For he who can for fin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

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4 The

(k) Exodus, xii. 13.

(2) Lev. xii. 6.