1997-08-26 - Jehovah Tsidkenu

Yesterday's poem was enjoyed it seems and I would like to offer one again. It is a little easier for me to do this since this week is really a difficult one for me. Sorry this is late, AOL and I are fighting today, it seems.

Jehovah Tsidkenu by Robert M. M'Cheyne
I once was a stranger To grace and to God I knew not my danger, And felt not my load. Though friends spoke in rapture Of Christ on the tree, Jehovah Tsidkenu was Nothing to me. I oft read with pleasure, To soothe or engage, Isaiah's wild measure, And John's simple page; But ev'n where they pictured The blood-sprinkled tree, Jehovah Tsidkenu seemed nothing to me. Like tears from the daughters Of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters Went over his soul; Yet thought not that my sins Had nailed to the tree Jehovah Tsidkenu-'twas Nothing to me. But when free grace awoke me By light from on high, Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die; No refuge, no safety, In self could I see Jehovah Tsidkenu my Saviour must be.		My terrors all vanished Before the sweet name; My guilty fear banished, With boldness I came To drink at the fountain So copious and free, Jehovah Tsidkenu is All things to me. Jehovah Tsidkenu, my Treasure and boast, Jehovah Tsidkenu, I Ne'er can be lost. In thee I shall conquer, By flood and by field, My cable, my anchor, My breastplate and shield ! Even treading the valley, The shadow of death, This "Watchword" shall rally My faltering breath; For while from My God sets me free Jehovah Tsidkenu my Death song shall be.

Solo Gloria Dei,
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