THE OLNEY HYMNS. L. WALKING WITH GOD.-GEN. v. 24. 1 0н for a closer walk with God, 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! But they have left an aching void 4 Return, O holy Dove, return! VOL. II. Sweet messenger of rest: I hate the sins that made thee mourn, A 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, II. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. GEN. xxii. 14. 1 THE saints should never be dismay'd, For when they least expect his aid, 2 This Abraham found: he raised the knife; 3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; 4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 1 1 Samuel xxiii. 27.-2 Jonah i. 17. 5 Blest proofs of power and grace divine, Be trusted with the Lord. 6 Wait for His seasonable aid, III. JEHOVAH-ROPHI. I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE.-Ex. xv. 26. 1 HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are, 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, 3 Remember him who once applied, Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,1 4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, 1 Mark ix. 24.- -2 Mark v. 34. 2 5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, 6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, IV. JEHOVAH-NISSI. THE LORD MY 1 BANNER.-Ex. xvii. 15. By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, 2 "Twas Israel's God and King 3 Who sent him to the fight; And skill to aim aright. Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp, With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp?1 The trumpets made his coming known, 1 1 Judges vii. 9, 20. 4 5 Oh! I have seen the day, When, with a single word, My trust is in the Lord, My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride- My weapon from my side! V. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE. JUDG. vi. 24. 1 JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd, By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, 2 To reconcile offending man, Make Justice drop her angry rod; 3 No drop remains of all the curse, For wretches who deserve the whole ; |