Tune: Picardy
('Let all mortal flesh keep silent')
Psalm 74 v.18-23
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Remember, Lord, the enemy
Has reproached you sleightingly
And that foolish ones have blasphemed
Your name, unholy it deemed
O deliver me, I your turtle-dove
'Tis my soul, I trust your love
Give me not over to wicked
So I not deceived, misled
Forget not the congregation
Of the poor of each nation
Have respect unto your covenant
Root our enemy's intent
For in the earth's secret places
There be violence, disgraces
O let not oppressed be ashamed
But praise you, they have you named
Let poor and needy worship you
Arise, O God, righteous, true
Plead you own cause, O God, recall
How the foolish, taunts and all
With revilings, reproach daily
Your name, they despise it, see
Forget not your enemies, they
Oppose you continually
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: March 2nd, 2022 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7.8.7. format.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 26
Comments1
Maybe its the anaesthetic wearing off but I drift from a certain appreciation of your words today Mr. O and a certain uncertainty ........... Neville 🙂
You certain? Or certainly uncertain? Or what?! lol.
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