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Numb. 20. 11.
Moses lift up his hand, and with his rod smote the rock twice, and the water came out abundantly, and the congregation drank.
What wonders this, that there should spring
Streams from a rock to quench a peoples thirst!
VVhat man alive did e're see such a thing,
That waters out of stone should burst?
Yet rather then Israel with drowth should die,
God by a miracle wil them supply.
Streams from a rock to quench a peoples thirst!
VVhat man alive did e're see such a thing,
That waters out of stone should burst?
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God by a miracle wil them supply.
What wonders this, that from Christs side,
Water and blood should run to cleanse our sin!
This is that fountain which was opened wide
To purge all our uncleannesse in,
But this the greater wonder is by farre,
As substances beyond the shadowes are.
Water and blood should run to cleanse our sin!
This is that fountain which was opened wide
To purge all our uncleannesse in,
But this the greater wonder is by farre,
As substances beyond the shadowes are.
Christ is that spiritual rock from whence
Two Sacraments derived are to us,
Being the objects of our faith and sense,
Both receive comfort from them thus,
Rather then we should faint our Rock turns Vine,
And stayes our thirst with water and with wine.
Two Sacraments derived are to us,
Being the objects of our faith and sense,
Both receive comfort from them thus,
Rather then we should faint our Rock turns Vine,
And stayes our thirst with water and with wine.
But heres another Rock, my heart
Harder then Adamant, yet by and by,
If by a greater Moses struck, 'twil part,
And stream forth tears abundantly.
Strike then this Rock my God, double the blow,
That for my sins, my eyes with tears may flow.
Harder then Adamant, yet by and by,
If by a greater Moses struck, 'twil part,
And stream forth tears abundantly.
Strike then this Rock my God, double the blow,
That for my sins, my eyes with tears may flow.
My sins that pierc'd thy hands, thy feet,
Thy head, thy heart, and every part of thee,
And on the cross made life and death to meet,
Death to thy self, and life to mee,
Thy every fall does save; O happy strife,
That struck God dead, but raised man to life.
Thy head, thy heart, and every part of thee,
And on the cross made life and death to meet,
Death to thy self, and life to mee,
Thy every fall does save; O happy strife,
That struck God dead, but raised man to life.
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