What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, So shall my walk be close with God, II. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. THE saints should never be dismay'd, This Abraham found : he raised the knife; Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; Behold the victim there." Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; But hark! the foe's at hand'; When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 1 1 Sam. xxiii. 27. 2 Jonah, i. 17. Blest proofs of power and grace divine, Wait for his seasonable aid, III. JEHOVAH-ROPHI. I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE. Exod. xv. 26. HEAL us, Emmanuel! here we are, Our faith is feeble, we confess, Remember him who once applied, Lord, I believe, "with tears he cried3, She too, who touch'd thee in the press, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace1, Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, She would have shunn'd thy view; Like her, with hopes and fears we come, Oh! send us not despairing home! Mark, ix. 24. 4 Mark, v. 34. IV. JEHOVAH-NISSI. THE LORD MY BANNER. Exod. xvii. 15. By whom was David taught And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, 'Twas Israel's God and king Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp, A pitcher and a lamp? The trumpets made his coming known, Oh! I have seen the day, When with a single word, God helping me to say, My trust is in the Lord," My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side! Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, 5 Judges, vii. 9, and 20. V. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE. Judges, vi. 24. JESUS! whose blood so 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 curse, For wretches who deserved the whole; Peace by such means so dearly bought, They hate the soul that hates his sins. Let them in horrid league agree! ERE God had built the mountains, Before he fill'd the fountains That feed the running rills In me, from everlasting, ; Found pleasures never wasting, |