The Lord Our Righteousness

I heard of this hymn, "Jehovah Tsidkenu," by Robert Murray M'Cheyne (1813-1843), the young Scottish preacher of few years and great accomplishment, years ago and have searched for it from time to time. But the Internet clears the brush and exposes all sorts of information!

Jehovah is a corruption of Yahweh, the covenant name of God in the Old Testament. Tsidkenu is Hebrew for "our righteousness." The phrase comes from Jeremiah 23:5-6, "Behold, the days are coming, declares the LORD, when I will raise up for David a righteous Branch, and he shall reign as king and deal wisely, and shall execute justice and righteousness in the land. In his days Judah will be saved, and Israel will dwell securely. And this is the name by which he will be called: 'The LORD is our righteousness.' (ESV)"

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.
The meter is 11.11.11.11, but a suitable tune of that meter is CARITAS ("My Jesus, I Love Thee").

Spared Death and Sparse Thanks

A car was crushed under a truck. This video bills the driver as having "cheated death."



The Lord's mercies are a wonder to behold. Even more wondrous is how he continues them despite how little thanks he receives.

And of course the media presents these things as though there were no God. On one level, our country is no different from a atheist regime.