Tune: St Fulbert
('Ye choirs of new Jerusalem')
Psalm 100
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Make to the LORD a noise joyful
Let each one on Him call
All you lands praise Him fervently
Worship penitently
Serve the LORD with gladness, and come
Before His presence, some
Song, melody, fine offering
Unto Him humbly bring
The LORD He is God, this know you
And further it is true
That He has made us, Creator
Not we [made] ourselves for sure
We be the sheep of His pasture
Within His fold secure
Enter His gates with thanksgiving
And in His courts praise sing
Be thankful to Him, His name bless
And His great deeds confess
For He is good, His mercy e'er
Lasts, and His truth fades ne'er
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Spot the singing sheep - plural (baaa!) in Verse 4. A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. metre.
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Well, I got a talking and reading dog, Fido, so the singing sheep may not be too surprising!
Mary had a little lamb,
She called it little Fido
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb dived in the lido.
Thanks Gold. lol.
Mary led a flock of sheep
she took them to a christening
and every sunday
they go to church
but they aint really listening
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pon my word there seems to be a whole flock of em there.... thanks for the warning orchidee... N
Thanks N. Well I don't mean this 'most sincerely, folks' as someone said, who is best forgotten - that Hughie chap!
A striking note to this hymn-poem Orchi.
Thanks Fay.
Lambs we all are, and to slaughtered we go each morn of Sunday.
As always you have psalm it well
Thanks Suresh. Erm, well there's a Bible verse like that, but it's not in that context!
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