Tune: Ode To Joy
('Joyful, joyful, we adore thee')
Psalm 30 v.1-5 & v.10-12
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I will extol you, O LORD, for
You have raised me up, 'tis sure
Not made my foes rejoice o'er me
But your saving help I see
O LORD my God, to you I cried
You have healed me, not denied
Brought up my soul from the low grave
Kept me alive, me did save
Sing to the LORD, saints, His people
Give thanks for His mercies all
Remembering His holiness
He will look to us, us bless
His anger endures a moment
Holds it not e'er, does relent
In His favour is life and grace
His benefits we may trace
Weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes with sweet delight
In the morning, the light does dawn
Stay not ever sad or mourn
Hear, O LORD, have mercy on me
And too my strong helper be
You have turned for me my mourning
Into dancing, praise I bring
You have put off my sackcloth dull
I rejoice with all my soul
You have girded me with gladness
Are good to me, I confess
So my tongue will sing to you praise
Not be silent, worship raise
O LORD my God, I will you give
Thanks for ever, you e'er live
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2020 03:32
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7. 8.7.8.7. metre. An excuse to post a rip-roaring clip too! I'm gonna sing for ever - am I? Arrgghhh! lol.
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Comments4
Your pen's still working then O - not like it packed up.
Thanks M. You got that ink now? About 99% I write poems in pencil - true!
If you don't mind me getting to the point without drawing a line you're easily lead.
Orchi everytime I read your poems I always think of the early 19th C and all that it encompasses. You've got a gift my friend.
Thanks Crow. Well, I'm very old on here. Been around since 1066 in person - so I say. lol. I ruined The Battle of Hastings. You may spot sundry comments about it on this site, under some poets poems. Well, newer hymns or choruses don't seem to rhyme much!
Oh no... You're not... the bloody French are you? We had it nice until they came along!! Saxon's rule. Normans drool!
The story goes, that I said to King Harold on that fateful day 'Look up, Sire', and he did. The rest is, erm, history!
It's ok mate you can breathe a sigh. Our eager Saxon soldiers broke ranks and charged when they should have held back. Telling Harold to look up probably did him a favour as he wouldn't have a seen what a bunch of over confident bloody idiots we were!!
Hey.. I'm with the lovely Dove on this one.. I think you really should try to publish a book of hymn poems... if I can publish, I'm sure you can too Stephen... my second one should be out in a few weeks by the way.... think about it and good luck
Neville
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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