Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XXXVIII

XXXVIII. Serpent of Brass

1 When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
A serpent straight the prophet made
Of molten brass, to view display'd.

2 Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heaven their mournful sigs ascend;
They hope, they look, while from the pole,
Descends a pow'r that makes them whole.

3 But, O, what healing to the heart,
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart!
What life, by faith, our souls receive!
What pleasures do his sorrows give!

4 Still may I view the Saviour's cross,
And other objects count but loss:
Here still be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his sacrifice.

5 Jesus the Saviour! balmy name!
Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim;
By thy atonement set me free,
My life, my hope, is all from thee.

Text Information

• First Line: When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd
• Title: Serpent of Brass
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Numbers 21:8-9
  ;
  John 3:14
  ;
  John 15:16
• Topic: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ
• Source: Gen. Baptist Coll
• Notes: Public Domain.

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