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176 Tremble, lest he say, depart ! Oh! the horrors of that sound! Lord, make every careless heart Seek thee while thou may st be found.

1 WHEN Israel s tribes were parch d with thirst, Forth from the rock the waters burst, And all their future journey through Yielded them drink and gospel too ?

2 In Moses rod a type they saw Of His severe and fiery law ; The smitten rock prefigured Him From whose pierced side all blessings stream.

3 But ah ! the types were all too faint His sorrows or His worth to paint ; Slight was the stroke of Moses rod, But He endured the wrath of God.

4 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.

5 The earth is like their wilderness, A land of drought and sore distress, Without one stream from pole to pole To satify a thirsty soul.

6 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,

1 OPPRESS D with unbelief and sin, Fightings without, and fears within, While earth and hell, with force combined. Assault and terrify my mind ;