Westminster Theological Seminary 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,