Tune: Offertorium
(When Jesus came to Jordan')
Psalm 147 v.7-13
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Sing to the LORD with thanks true
Make melodies anew
Sing praise upon the harp to
Our God, instruments too
Take up to give worship. praise
To Him of endless days
He covers heavens with clouds
Each they His glory shrouds
He makes rain to water land
It all made by His hand
And grass to grow on mountains
And forth break springs-fountains
He gives to creatures food sure
And feeds birds from His store
Delights not in strength of man
Nor match His power none can
The LORD takes pleasure in they
That fear Him in their day
In they that in His mercy
Do hope, they His grace see
Praise the LORD, O you people
He gives strength to you all
And guards His place of dwelling
All in it, and each thing
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: November 17th, 2021 03:28
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.6.7.6. 7.6.7.6. metre. A new-ish hymn and tune to me.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
I liked it but don't understand how any spiritual figurehead could delight in any number of their subjects being in fear of them ...
Pray enlighten me Mr. O ..... N
Thanks Neville. Here beginneth the - sermon?? (Oh no!). Pray be seated, and I shall begin....
'Fear' of God is more a reverence or awe of Him. Maybe it's an old-fashioned meaning of 'fear', but it does not mean terror, or afraid-type of fear.
Similarly with 'awful'. we may say 'God is awful', meaning 'awe-ful'. Or 'terrible', again meaning awe, respect, etc.
What's terrible in the traditional meaning is me singing! lol.
LOL @ fear of god. As taught to children by vicars, priests and so called devout christians. To scare children to obey and be 'good' christians like blind sheep..... they grow up into blind sheep like you orchidee.
Riddled with excuses, hypocracy and double meanings.
See reply I made to Neville.
That's just your personal interpretation. Children were taught to be afraid of god if they didnt worship him and his name.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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