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When in the Night I Meditate
Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #22 (1976) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Deliverance from Death; Funerals; Hope, Christian; Resurrection Of The Body; Guidance, Divine; Communion With God, With Christ Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
When in the Night I Meditate
First Fruits
Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXV (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ First Line: Behold, the grain of wheat that dies Lyrics: 1 Behold! the grain of wheat that dies
Yet lives in nature's womb;
Matur'd by death, to life arise,
A type of things to come.
2 This Isr'el saw in ancient days,
When dedicate to heav'n,
The first ripe sheaf, with songs of praise,
To God, their God was given:
3 Here dwelt their opes for time to come,
That he who blest that fruit,
Would bring the future harvest home,
A harvest like the root.
4 Hail! first begotten from the dead!
The church first born are thine—
Thine at thy coming. Then the head,
The head of man divine.
5 (Lord of a harvest yet to come)
The rest of earth shall reap;
And gath'ring his unnumber'd home,
One feast forever keep. Scripture: Leviticus 2:12 Languages: English
First Fruits
Serpent of Brass
Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ 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. Scripture: Numbers 21:8-9 Languages: English
Serpent of Brass
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