Tune: St Hugh
('Lord teach us how to pray aright')
Psalm 100
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To the LORD make a noise joyful
All you lands, with hearts full
With gladness serve Him, come before
Him with singing e'ermore
The LORD he is God, this do know
His blessings He does show
He has made us, our Creator
Did life to us confer
For we did not ourselves make, no
Was all His doing, so
We are His people, and the sheep
Of His pasture, He keeps
With thanks enter into His gates
His goodness ne'er abates
And with praise come into His courts
Many to you [are] His thoughts
Be thankful to Him, His name bless
His providings confess
For He good, mercy e'erlasting
His truth through all years sing
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2018 01:30
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8686 metre.
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Amen
Thanks Gold.
Thanks UNCLE STEVE for welcoming SUNDAY with "The playing of the merry ORGAN" and we have riposted with "The singing of Search me O God". It is now 9 pm in AUCKLAND and the CHURCH laid on a BARBIE to honour BRIAN & DAVID who are in the middle of their pilgrimage to AOTEAROA! Middle of Winter 15C (60F) and sunshine all day. The sub-tropical climate is one of the hundreds of reasons everyone wants to emigrate to NZ. Love & Blessings ANGELA XXXX
Thanks B&A. Don't hurry back, it's only 15C in Summer here in UK in some places! Have fun! Maybe better when you return - they say 30C again, but believe it when (if) you see it.
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