Tremble, lest he say, depart !
Oh! the horrors of that sound!
Lord, make every careless heart
Seek thee while thou may st be found.
128.
That Rock was Christ.—1 Cor. x, 4.
1 WHEN Israel s tribes were parch d with thirst,
Forth from the rock the waters burst,
And all their future journey through
Yielded them drink and gospel too ?
2 In Moses rod a type they saw
Of His severe and fiery law ;
The smitten rock prefigured Him
From whose pierced side all blessings stream.
3 But ah ! the types were all too faint
His sorrows or His worth to paint ;
Slight was the stroke of Moses rod,
But He endured the wrath of God.
4 Their outward rock could feel no pain,
But ours was wounded, torn, and slain ;
The rock gave but a wat ry flood,
But Jesus pour d forth streams of blood.
5 The earth is like their wilderness,
A land of drought and sore distress,
Without one stream from pole to pole
To satify a thirsty soul.
6 But let the Saviour s praise resound;
In him refreshing streams are found,
Which pardon, strength, and comfort give,
And thirsty sinners drink and live,
129.
My Grace is sufficient for thee.—2 Cor. xii, 9.
1 OPPRESS D with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within,
While earth and hell, with force combined.
Assault and terrify my mind ;
