Tune: St Hugh
('Lord, it belongs not to my care')
Psalm 3
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Lord, how are they that increased do
Trouble me, it is true
Many do rise up against me
And speak against me free
They say, for him there no help be
In God, they do agree
But you, Lord, to me are a shield
To your ways I shall yield
You my glory, you lift my head
When all seems lost and dead
Your raise me up from downcast state
Your help to me not late
I cried to the Lord with my voice
For help, He be my choice
he heard me from His holy hill
And came to my aid still
I slept peacefully, then awaked
Of sweet rest had partaked
For the Lord sustained me, my head
Was not with fear-thoughts fed
I will not fear, though many may
Surround me in my day
I shall say, Arise, Lord, save me
From every enemy
For the Lord, He shall with them deal
Who seek my peace to steal
Salvation to the Lord belongs
His blessings our theme-songs
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2022 01:51
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. format.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
A comforting read dear Orchi and thank you for sharing it.
Thanks Fay.
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Thanks N. Teddy sending me rain. lol.
While faith in God is a comfort, it is also comforting to know that he has faith in us. A beautiful write my friend.
Thanks Bella.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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