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John Newton - That Rock Was Christ
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When Israel`s tribes were parch`d 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 prefigur`d Him
From whose pierc`d 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 endur`d 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 pour`d 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 Saviour`s praise resound;
In him refreshing streams are found,
Which pardon, strength, and comfort give;
And thirsty sinners drink and live.
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