JEHOVAH ISID KEVU. REV. R. M. M'CHEYNE "The Lord our righteousness." (THE WATCHWORD OF THE REFORMERS.) I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God, I oft read with pleasure, to soothe or engage, Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters went over his soul; 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,— 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. Jehovah Tsidkenu! my treasure and boast, In thee I shall conquer by flood and by field, 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. "I AM DEBIOR." REV. R. M. M'CHEYNE, WHEN this passing world is done, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o'er life's finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know- When I hear the wicked call On the rocks and hills to fall. Then, Lord, shall I fully know- When I stand before the throne When the praise of heaven I hear, Even on earth, as through a glass Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make thy Spirit's help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe. Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. When in flowery paths I tread, Oft I fall-but still arise The Spirit comes the tempter flies; Oft the nights of sorrow reign— GIDEOK'S WAR-SOLE. DAV D VEDDER. OH! Israel, thy hills are resounding, His standard in haughtiness streaming, The eyes of our maidens are beaming,- Our matron survivors are weeping, Their suckling a prey to the sword; The blood of our martyrs is steeping The fanes where their fathers adored; The foe and the alien are reaping Fields,-vineyards,-the gift of the Lord! |