Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd Lyrics: 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. Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ Scripture: Numbers 21:8-9 Languages: English
Serpent of Brass