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At Rephidim

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 1, 1908

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 85, No. 40.

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At Rephidim

By Mrs. Edith B. Goodrich

MRS. EDITH B. GOODRICH
At Rephidim the people raged, And sorely censured Moses there; Discouraged, thirsty, fearful, faint, Weakly gave way to wild despair.
They had forgot Jehovah’s power Displayed at Marah just before, Nor Elim’s cool, refreshing wells, Nor shady palms remembered more.
“Our throats are parched, our cattle thirst, Our little ones for water cry! This, Moses, this is all thy work; Here in this wilderness we die!
“If only graves await us here, Those we could find in Egypt’s land! Behold, thou Moses, all the wrongs This day we suffer at thy hand!”
Was ever baser libel breathed? And yet the God of heaven forgives! He stoops once more to prove his care; He speaks, and erring Israel lives!
The high command is swiftly given: “Moses! the rock in Horeb, smite! Water shall gush their thirst to quench; ’Tis thus their murmuring I requite!”
O fearful, fainting, fretful souls Throughout the whole wide world to-day, When you shall reach your Rephidim, O murmur not; but trust and pray!
All things are God’s, and we are his, And he, for us, his Son hath given; He marks our tears; he knows our needs: Shall we not trust the King of heaven?
Meadow Glade, Wash.