6 Thou hast help'd in every need,

This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much mercy past,

Canst thou let me sink at last? 7 No-I must maintain my hold,

'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus' sake.

XI.—Plenty in the Time of Dearth. Chap. xli. 56.

1 My soul once had its plenteous years,

And throve, with peace and comfort fillid,
Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears,

Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld. 2 With pleasing frames and grace receiv’d,

With means and ordinances fed,
How happy for a while I liv'd,

And little fear'd the want of bread! 3 But famine came, and left no sign

Of all the plenty I had seen ;
Like the dry ears and half-starv'd kine,

I then look'd wither’d, faint, and lean. 4 To Joseph the Egyptians went ;

To Jesus I made known my case ;
He, when my little stock was spent,

Open'd his magazine of grace.
5 For he the time of dearth foresaw,

And made provisions long before ;
That famish'd souls, like me, might draw

Supplies from his unbounded store. 6 Now on his bounty I depend,

And live from fear of dearth secure;
Maintain'd by such a mighty friend,

I cannot want till he is poor.

7 O sinners, hear his gracious call !

His mercy's door stands open wide ;
He has enough to feed you all,

And none who come shall be deny’d.

XII.-Joseph made known to his Brethren.

Chap. xlv. 3, 4.

1 When Joseph his brethren beheld,

Afflicted and trembling with fear, His heart with compassion was fillid;

From weeping he could not forbear. A while his behaviour was rough,

To bring their past sin to their mind; But, when they were humbled enough,

He hasted to shew himself kind. 2 How little they thought it was he,

Whom they had ill-treated and sold ! How great their confusion must be,

As soon as his name he had told ! • I am Joseph your brother,' he said,

* And still to my heart you are dear; You sold me, and thought I was dead,

But God, for your sake, sent me here.' 3 Though greatly distressed before,

When charg'd with purloining the cup,
They now were confounded much more,

Not one of them durst to look up.
Can Joseph, whom we would have slain,

Forgive us the evil we did?
And will he our households maintain ?

O this is a brother indeed !'
4 Thus dragg’d by my conscience I came,

And laden with guilt to the Lord, Surrounded with terror and shame,

Unable to utter a word.

At first he look'd stern and severe;

What anguish then pierced my heart! Expecting each moment to hear

The sentence, - Thou cursed, depart!' 5 But, oh! what surprise when he spoke,

While tenderness beam'd in his face; My heart then to pieces was broke,

O’erwhelm’d and confounded by grace :: • Poor sinner, I know thee full well,

By thee I was sold and was slain; But I died to redeem thee from hell,

And raise thee in glory to reign.
6 I am Jesus whom thou hast blasphem'd,

And crucified often afresh;
But let me henceforth be esteem'd

Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh:
My pardon I freely bestow,

Thy wants I will fully supply;
I'll guide thee and guard thee below,

And soon will remove thee on high. 7 Go, publish to sinners around,

That they may be willing to come, The mercy which now you have found,

And tell them that yet there is room. O sinners ! the message obey,

No more vain excuses pretend ; But come without further delay,

To Jesus, our brother and friend.

EXODUS.

XIII.- The bitter Waters. Chap, xv. 23-25. 1 BITTER, indeed, the waters are,

Which in this desert flow; Though to the eye they promise fair,

They taste of sin and woe.

2 Of pleasing, draughts I once could dream;

But now awake I find,
That sin has poison'd every stream,

And left a curse behind.
3 But there's a wonder-working wood,

I've heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,

And take the curse away. 4. The virtues of this healing tree

Are known and priz'd by few : Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,

That I may prize it too. 5 The cross on which the Saviour dy'd,

And conquer'd for his saints ; This is the tree, by faith apply'd,

Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the bless'd effect,

Nor longer mourn their lot; While on his sorrows they reflect,

Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,

Though many griefs they meet, They draw a gain from every loss,

And find the bitter sweet.

XIV. C. Jehovah-Rophi,-I am the Lord that

healeth thee. Chap. xv.

1 HEAL us, Emanuel, here we are, Waiting to feel thy touch

h; Deep-wounded souls to thee repair,

And, Saviour, we are such. 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,

We faintly trust thy word; But wilt thou pity us the less ?

Be that far from thee, Lord !

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3 Remember him who once apply'd

With trembling for relief;
Lord, I believe,' with tears he cry’d,

.O help my unbelief* ' ! 4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the press, ,

And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, Daughter, go

in

peace, Thy faith hath made thee wholet. 5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng,

She would have shunnid thy view ; And if her faith was firm and strong,

Had strong misgivings too. 6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come,

To touch thee if we may ;
Oh! send us not despairirg home,
Send unheal'd

away.

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XV.-Manna. Chap. xvi. 18.

1 MANNA to Israel well supply'd

The want of other bread;
While God is able to provide,

His people shall be fed. 2 (Thus, tho' the corn and wine should fail;

And creature-streams be dry,
The pray’r of faith will still prevail

For blessings from on high.)
3 Of his kind care how sweet a proof!

It suited ev'ry taste;
Who gather'd most had just enough,

Enough who gather'd least.
4 'Tis thus our gracious Lord provides

Our comforts and our cares ;
His own unerring hand divides,

And gives us each our shares.