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128. When Israel’s tribes were parched with thirst

Hymn 128

When Israel’s tribes were parched with thirst, Forth from the Rock the waters burst; And all their future journey through, Yielded them drink and gospel too!

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.

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.

Their outward rock could feel no pain, But ours was wounded, torn and slain; The rock gave but a wat’ry flood, But Jesus poured forth streams of blood.

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

But let the Savior’s praise resound! In him refreshing streams are found; Which pardon, strength, and comfort give, And thirsty sinners drink and live.