was preparing tonight's CG session this morning, and came across this nifty little poem. Wanted to sms it out to my kakis', but it's 5-sms length long. Ah well, here's sharing it with you all as well:
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
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 fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free:
Jehovah-tsidkenu is all things to me.
- Whitelaw, Thomas, Jehovah-Jesus (1913).
ah, apparently I got a shortened version from the book I've read. Here's the full version:
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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 even 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 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, 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 shall I 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 life’s fever my God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu my death-song shall be.
Robert Murray McCheyne
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Robert Murray McCheyne died in 1843 at the age of thirty, he left God’s people a great treasure is his memoirs and other writings. "The Memoirs and Remains of Robert Murray McCheyne" by Andrew Bonar. Published by "The Banner of Truth" See their Web Site - there is a link on the Menu Page near the bottom.
In the opinion of the Webmaster - this is one of the finest devotional books ever to be published. it will do your soul good to get and read it. - FJS.
(Taken from http://www.btinternet.com/~gracegospel/jehovah.htm)
P.S. Alamak! "wa see bei sua ku ah" - it's a hymnal! :D
Goto http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/o/ioncewas.htm