Tune: Little Cornard
('Hills of the north, rejoice')
Hebrews 1 v.10-14
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Lord, from the beginning
You created each thing
Laid foundations of Earth
Brought every thing to birth
And heavens are works of your hands
Above, below, to farthest lands
They shall perish, but you
Lord e'er remain, 'tis true
And they shall all wax old
Through life, let it be told
Wear out as a garment does fade
When over time it has decayed
And as a coat you shall
Lord, fold them up, we tell
And they shall be changed, though
You shall remain, we know
For you are the same, and your years
Shall not fail, nor shall disappear
To angels you did not
Say, Sit here, this your lot
Next to me, till I make
Enemies for your sake
Your footstool, but to Christ your Son
You made these promises, each one
For your angels they be
Your messengers, we see
Sent forth to help and serve
Though we do none deserve
They said those who from every race
Are salvation's heirs by your grace
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2022 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6.6.8.8. format.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Your pen never fails.
Thanks M.
Aye lad, tis grim up north .......... 🙂
Thanks N. How are the hills down South? And are there many there?! lol.
Beautiful words. God definitely gave you a gift.☺️
Thanks M.
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