So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road II. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. Gen. xxii. 14. THE saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect his aid, This Abraham found: he raised the knife; Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; Saul turns his arms another way, To save the invaded land. When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, He thought to rise no more; 2 But God prepared a fish to save, And bear him to the shore. Blest proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in his word! May every deep-felt care of mine Be trusted with the Lord. 11 Sam. xxiii. 27. 2 Jonah i. 17. Wait for his seasonable aid, The promise may be long delay'd, 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 cried,1 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,2 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, She would have shunn'd thy view; And if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too. 1 Mark ix. 24. 2 Mark v. 34. Like her, with hopes and fears we come, IV. JEHOVAH-NISSI. THE LORD MY BANNER Exod. xvii. 15. By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. 'Twas Israel's God and king Who sent him to the fight; Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp, A pitcher and a lamp ?1 1 Judges vii. 9, and 20. Oh! I have seen the day, My trust is in the Lord, My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, How often do they steal My weapon from my side! V. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE. 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; No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce The guilty, but returning soul. Peace by such means so dearly bought, What rebel could have hoped to see? Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought, His Sovereign fasten'd to a tree. Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare! For strife with earth and hell begins; Confirm and gird me for the war, They hate the soul that hates his sins. Let them in horrid league agree! They may assault, they may distress; But cannot quench thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord my peace. VI. WISDOM. Prov. viii. 22-31. ERE God had built the mountains, When, like a tent to dwell in, |