May ev'ry deep-felt care of mine

Be trusted with the LORD. 6 Wait for his seasonable aid ;

And, tho' it tarry, wait :
The promise may be long delay'd,

But cannot come too late.

IT.

JEHOVAH ROPHI. I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE.--EI. XV. 1 HEAL us, EMMANUEL, here we are,

Waiting to feel thy touch ;
Deep wounded souls to thee repair,

And, Saviour, we are such.
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,

We faintly trust thy word ; .
But wilt thou pity us the less ?

Be that far from the LORD!
3 Remember him who once apply'd

With trembling for relief;
“LORD, I believe,” with tears, he cry'd,*

“ O help my unbelief.”
4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press,

And healing virtue stole, · Was answer'd, “Daughter, go in peace,

Thy faith hath made thee whole."

s Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throng,

She would have shunn'd thy view :
And if her faith was firm and strong,

Had strong misgivings too. 6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come,

To touch thee if we may ;
Oh! send us not despairing home,

Send none unheal'd away.

JII.

JEHOVAH NISSI.
THE LORD MY BANNER.--EXODUS, xvii. IS.

I BY whom was David' taught

To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliah fought,

And laid the Gittite low?
No sword nor spear the stripling took,

But chose a pebble from the brook. 2 'Twas Israel's God and King,

Who sent him to the fight,
Who gave him strength to sling,

And skill to aim aright.
Ye feeble saints your strength endures,

3.Who orderd Gideon forth,

To storm th' invader's camp*.

With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp ?
The trumpets made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.

When with a single word,
God helping me to say,

My trust is in the LORD,
My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,

Fearless of all that could oppose. 5 But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness and pride, How often do they steal

My weapon from my side !

Will help his servant to the end.

IV.
• JEHOVAH-SHALEM

THE LORD SEND PEACE.--Judges, vi. 24.
JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd,
To satisfy the law's demand ;
By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,

Before the Father's face I stand. 2 To reconcile offending man,

Made Justice drop her angry rod;
What creature could have form’d the plan,
Or who fulfil it but a God?

3 No drop remains of all the curse,

For wretches who deserv'd the whole ;
No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce

The guilty, but returning soul. 4 Peace by such means so dearly bought,

What rebel could have hop'd to see ? Peace, by his injur'd Sov'reign wrought,

His Sov’reign fastned to the tree. 5 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. 6 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.

V.
WISDOM.--PROVERBS, viii. 22--31.
1 ERE God had built the mountains,

Or rais'd the fruitful hills ;
Before he fillid the fountains,
That feed the running rills ;
In me, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM,
Found pleasures never wasting;

And Wisdom is my name.
2 When, like a tent to dwell in,

He spread the skies abroad ;

And swath'd about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty flood :
He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with him then;
Myself the Father's pleasure,

And mine, the sons of men.
3 Thus wisdom's words discover

Thy glory and thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover
Of our unworthy race !
Thy gracious eye survey'd us,
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom thou hast made us,

And dy'd for us in love.
4 And could'st thou be delighted

With creatures such as we !
Who, when we saw thee, slighted,
And nail'd thee to a tree!
Unfathomable wonder,
And mystery divine !
The voice that speaks in thunder,
Says, “ Sinner, I am thine !"

VI.

VANITY OF THE WORLD.
I GOD gives his mercies to be spent ;

Your hoard will do your soul no good ;

Gold is a blessing only lent, .. Repaid by giving others food.