Tune: Repton
('Dear Lord and Father of mankind')
Isaiah 32 v.14-18
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The land desolate it sure be
Until the spirit, see
Be poured upon us from on high
And then we sense God's presence nigh
He will not us deny
He will not us deny
Then wilderness be fruitful field
It shall fresh produce yield
Fruitful field counted as forest
Giving abundance, God shall bless
He good, our lips confess
He good, our lips confess
Then judgement it shall dwell therein
And righteousness, not sin
Shall remain in the fruitful field
It be not barren, but be healed
God's workings here revealed
God's workings there revealed
And work of righteousness shall be
Peace, and its effect, see
Shall be quietness, assurance
God's people dwell peacable hence
Quiet, restful residence
Quiet, restful residence
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2020 03:09
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. 6.6.6. metre.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Nice write
Thanks Ugwu.
.................... Nice write 🙂
Thanks Neville.
you know I cant resist your pieces
sounding - as usual
Thanks Amon.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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