CLVII. Brazen Serpent

1 When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
A serpent strait 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 savior's cross,
And other objects count but loss;
Here still be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his sacrifice!

5 Jesus the savior, 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: Brazen Serpent
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Characters and Representations of Christ: Brazen Serpent; Christ: Brazen serpent
Source: General Baptist Collection
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