Help me to tear it from thy throne, So fhall my walk be clofe with God, 2. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. Gen. xxii. 14. HE faints fhould never be difmay'd, For when they least expect his aid, The Saviour will appear. This Abraham found: he raised the knife; Behold the victim there." Once David feem'd Saul's certain prey; But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way, When Jonah funk beneath the wave, 1 Sam. xxiii. 27. + Jonah i. 17. But God prepared a fish to save, Bleft proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in his word! May every deep-felt care of mine Be trufted with the Lord. Wait for his seasonable aid, 3. JEHOVAH-ROPHI. I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE. Exod. xv. 26. EAL us, Emmanuel, here we are, And, Saviour, we are fuch. Our faith is feeble, we confess, We faintly trust thy word; Remember him who once applied, Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,* She too, who touch'd thee in the press, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,† Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, Like her, with hopes and fears we come, 4. JEHOVAH-NISSI. THE LORD MY BANNER. Exod. xvii. 15. B Y whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low? Nor fword nor fpear the ftripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. *Mark ix. 24. + Mark v. 34. 'Twas Ifrael's God and king Who gave him strength to fling, Ye feeble faints, your ftrength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To ftorm the invaders' camp, A pitcher and a lamp?* The trumpets made his coming known, Oh! I have seen the day, My truft is in the Lord," My foul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my fide! Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Will help his fervant to the end. * Judges vii. 9, and 20. VOL. II. 5. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE. Judges vi. 24. ESUS, whofe blood fo freely stream'd By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, To reconcile offending man, Make Justice drop her angry rod; No drop remains of all the curfe, For wretches who deferved the whole; Peace by fuch means fo dearly bought, Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare! They hate the foul that hates his fins. Let them in horrid league agree! They may affault, they may distress; But cannot quench thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord my peace. |