Tune: Rivaulx
('Father of heaven, whose love profound')
Psalm 31 v.15-19
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My times, O Lord, are in your hand
You reign o'er folk of every land
save me from hand of enemies
And persecutors, these my pleas
Make you face to shine upon me
For I here your servant still be
Save me for your sure mercies sake
So praises shall I to you make
Let me, O Lord, be not ashamed
But the wicked, let them be blamed
Let lying lips now silent be
Which have spoken false against me
O how great is your goodness, you
Have laid it up for fearers true
Who do fear you, you reverence
And do your keeping presence sense
Your goodness you have wrought for they
That trust you throughout night and day
Their witness, they in you do trust
Before mankind, though made from dust
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: August 1st, 2022 02:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8. format.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 18
Comments1
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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