Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1843
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: When Israel's tribes were parched with thirst
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Meter: LM
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Hymn Number: Hymn 57 (part II)
Page Number: 055 (part II), click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWHEN Israel's tribes were parched with thirst,
Forth from the rock the waters burst;
And all their future journey through
Yielded them drink, and gospel too!
In Moses' rod a type they saw
Of his severe and fiery law:
The smitten rock prefigur'd him;
From whose pierc'd side all blessings stream.
But ah! the types were all too faint,
His sorrows or his worth to paint:
Slight was the stroke of Moses' rod;
But he endur'd the wrath of God.
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.
The earth is like their wilderness,
A land of drought and sore distress;
Without one stream from pole to pole,
To satisfy a thirsty soul.
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.