So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. II. JEHOVAH-JIREH. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. THE saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect his aid, The Saviour will appear. This Abraham found: he raised the knife; Behold the victim there." Once David seem'd Saul's certain pray ; But hark! the foe's at hand; * Saul turns his arms another way, To save the invaded land. When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 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. * 1 Sam. xxiii. 27. ↑ Jonah i. 17. 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 apply'd, 66 Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,* "Oh, help my unbelief!" She too, who touch'd thee in the press, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,† Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, * Mark ix. 24. + Mark v. 34. Like her, with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee, if we may; Send none unheal'd away. 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, 'Twas Israel's God and king Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Who order'd Gideon forth, To storm the invaders' camp, With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp?* The trumpets made his coming known, * 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, My weapon from my side! 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; What creature could have form'd the plan, Or who fulfill it but a God? 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, |