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When Isr'l's grieving tribes complained

Hymnal: The Ebenezer Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, with an appendix Consisting of Miscellaneous Pieces. 6th ed. #d634 (1877)

When Isr'l's grieving tribes complained

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from the Best Authors, Designed as a Supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #d713 (1816) Languages: English

When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #875 (1835)

Brazen serpent

Hymnal: A Baptist Hymn Book, Designed Especially for the Regular Baptist Church and All Lovers of Truth #d853 (1844) First Line: When Isr'l's grieving tribes complained Languages: English

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CLVII (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 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. Topics: Characters and Representations of Christ Brazen Serpent; Christ Brazen serpent Scripture: Numbers 21:8-9 Languages: English

Serpent of Brass

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