Classic Poem

What wonder's this, that there should spring
Streams from a rock to quench a people's thirst?
What man alive did e're see such a thing,
That waters out of stone should burst?
Yet rather then Israel with drowth should die,
God by a miracle wil them supply.

What wonder's this, that from Christ's side,
Water and blood should run to cleanse our sin?
This is that fountain which was opened wide
To purge all our uncleannesse in;
But this the greater wonder is by farre,
As substances beyond the shadows are.

Christ is that spiritual rock from whence
Two Sacraments derived are to us:
Being the objects of our faith and sense,
Both receive comfort from them thus,
Rather then we should faint our Rock turns Vine,
And stayes our thirst with water and with wine.

But here's another rock, my heart
Harder then adamant; yet by and by,
If by a greater Moses struck, 'twil part,
And stream forth tears abundantly.
Strike then this rock my God, double the blow,
That for my sins, my eyes with tears may flow.!

My sins that pierc'd Thy hands, Thy feet,
Thy head, Thy heart, and every part of Thee,
And on the cross made life and death to meet:
Death to Thyself, and life to mee,
Thy very fall does save; O happy strife,
That struck God dead, but raised man to life.