Tune: Hursley
('Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear')
Hosea 5 v.15 & 6 v.1-3
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The LORD will return to His place
Until His people seek His face
And till they do confess their sin
Then He will with them new begin
In their affliction they will seek
The LORD, and be humble and meek
Saying, Come, let us now return
Unto the LORD, and His ways learn
For He has torn, and He will heal
He will consider our true weal* (*well-being)
He has smitten us, He will bind [us up]
Us, His mercies once more we find
After two days He will revive
Us, we know not then of deprive
On the third say He will us raise
We shall live, and to Him give praise
Then we shall know, if we follow
The LORD, pursue Him, His way go
His going forth it is prepared
As a new morning with us shared
He shall come to us as the rain
Showers of blessing be again
Latter and former rain He shall
Give, we His restoring grace tell
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2019 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8. metre.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Just finished my knee exercises for arthritis in the knees now got ice packs on them - wish I felt restored and renewed. Fine work O.
Thanks M. Hope the exercise and the ice helps. Did ya think I was doing a poem about restoring furniture?!
No - just knees.
Dear Michael...... don't waste time - just get the replacements - I had hips done and it's like having a new life............ sincerely yours, Miss Butt Insty...........
Orchi - Lots of renewal to you too...........
Thanks Lorna.
Your faith gives the eloquence you display.
Thanks Suresh.
If his restoring grace is there why does he not restore Joyce!!
Thanks Gold. I don't know. I suppose it's easy writing words/songs about it, taking those words from the Old (or New) Testament. The experience of it may be different.
I am getting more and more into restoration, well ya have to when ya only got ya pension to rely on.... N
Thanks N. You restoring old furniture, do ya mean?!
I don't mean cosmetic surgery, that's for sure...
Oohh no, the bits (whichever bits they are) will frazzle up and fall off. Woof! No, not that bit, Fido. lol.
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