Tune: Engelberg
('All praise to thee, for thou, O King divine')
Psalm 11
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In the LORD put I my trust, how say you
To my soul, Flee as a bird to mount, do?
For the wicked bend their bows for arrows
And evil their mind knows
They ready to shoot at upright in heart
To trouble them, persecute from the start
If the foundations be destroyed, what can
The righteous do, each man?
The LORD is in His holy temple, see
The LORD's throne is in heaven, so it be
His eyes behold, His eyelids test men here
They all to Him appear
The LORD tests the righteous but the wicked
And the violent the LORD, He hates instead
Upon them He shall rain snares, fire, brimstone
Judgements from Him are known
It shall be an horrible tempest sure
Unto them, this their portion, turmoils sore
The righteous LORD He loves true righteousness
The upright He shall bless
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2021 03:11
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 10.10.10.6. metre. I don't quite understand part of the line in verse 3:.....' His eyelids test men here'. I couldn't seem to simplify or adapt it.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
that first verse is a killer Steven ... and yes .. these are testing times indeed .. let's hope when the time comes .. because it surely will .. we each test negative .... N 🙂
Thanks N.
Good writing, Orchi.
Thanks Jerry.
Oh man, orchie, thanks for the warning! Now I better bring an umbrella to protect me from all the snares, fire, and brimstone raining down on me every time I go out!
Thanks Fred. Oops! Well, a cheery poem there. I ain't seen no brimstone lately.
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition! I'll need it to defend myself against what appears to be the apocalypse. - Phil A.
Thanks M.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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