Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 128

128.
That Rock was Christ.—1 Cor. x, 4.

1 When Isr'el'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.

129.
My Grace is sufficient for thee.—2 Cor. xii, 9.

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

2 What strength have I against such foes,
Such hosts and legions to oppose?
Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall;
Lord, save me, or I give up all.

3 Thus sorely press'd, I sought the Lord,
To give me some sweet cheering word;
Again I sought, and yet again;
I waited long, but not in vain.

4 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed!
Exactly suited to my need;
"Sufficient for thee is my grace,
Thy weakness my great power displays."

5 Now I despond and mourn no more,
I welcome all I fear'd before:
Though weak, I'm strong, though troubled, blest,
For Christ's own power shall on me rest.

6 My grace would soon exhausted be,
But his is boundless as the sea;
Then let me boast with holy Paul,
That I am nothing, Christ is all.