JEHOVAH-TSIDKENU*
I oft read with pleasure
to soothe or engage
Isaiah’s wild measure
or John’s simple page.
But e’en when they pictured
the blood-sprinkled tree,
Jehovah-Tsidkenu was 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 was nothing to me.
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 that sweet name. My guilty fears banished,
with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain
life-giving and free,
Jehovah-Tsidkenu is all things to me.
--Robert Murry McCheyne
* “Jehovah-Tsidkenu”: “The Lord Our Righteousness” (Jeremiah 23:6; Lamentations 2-5)
This poem is from http://www.thruthebible.com/
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