JEHOVAH TSIDKENU

(The Lord our righteousness, the watchword of the reformers)
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 measures and John’s simple page
But e’en when 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.
When free grace awoke me, by light 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 his 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
Jehovah Tsidkenu my treasure and boast
Jehovah Tsidkenu I ne’er can be lost
In thee I shall conquer by flood and field
My cable, my anchor, my breast plate and shield
Even trembling the valley, the shadow of death
This “watchword” shall rally my faltering breath
For while from life’s fever my God sets me free
Jehovah Tsidkenu my death-song shall be.
Robert Murray M’Cheyne

Book Review – Letters of Samual Rutherford

Letters of Samuel Rutherford by Samuel Rutherford & Andrew Bonar

Review by Timothy Denning
Every letter in this fine book is just like a sermon, Full of Christ and full of Scripture particularly the Song of Solomon.
I quote from the book:
Christ is a well of life, but who knows how deep it is to the bottom? This Soul of ours has love, and cannot but love some fair one. And oh, what a fair one what an holy one, what an excellent, lovely, ravishing one, is Jesus Christ Put the beauty of ten thousand, thousand worlds of paradises, like the garden of Eden in one, put all trees, flowers, all smells, all colours, all tastes, all joys, all sweetness, all loveliness, in one, oh what a fair and excellent thing would that be! And yet it would be less to that fair and dearest well-beloved Christ, than one drop of rain to the whole seas, rivers, lakes and fountains of ten thousand earths. Christ is heavens wonder.
Buy the book and you can read the full version of a glorious hymn:
Oh! Christ he is the fountain, the deep sweet well of love ! The streams on earth I’ve tasted, more deep I’ll drink above, there, to an ocean fullness, his mercy does expand, And glory-glory dwells in Immanuel’s land.