Tune: Ravenshaw
('Lord, thy word abideth')
Psalm 134
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Behold, you the Lord bless
All His servants, confess
You that stand by night in
The temple, raise therein
You that stand by night there
Partake in worship's share
Lift up there your hands high
Bless the Lord, He be nigh
The Lord that heaven made
And the earth all arrayed
Bless you out of Zion
He of David, scion* (*descendant)
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2023 02:16
- Comment from author about the poem: A little one today in 6.6.6.6. format, for night time.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: James Michael
Comments4
red in a flash .. but turned blue when the naughty cold night air fingered beyond the fringe of your pre moult fur coat sir ... 🐧🐭🐧
Thanks N. Yes, I'm half guinea-pig! lol.
It was a nice read.
Thanks Bobby.
Something about the night that brings us nearer... #now I lay me down to sleep..."
Thanks CB.
Aim high my brother. Aim high! I really shouldn’t be a tippler. Great stuff G.P.D.
Good night.
Thanks JM. You gone to bed?! Dreaming of 'youuuuuuuuu'. Notice those extras 'u's there. lol.
Always dreaming about my miserable self. Luckily I’m usually knackered!
Lip up buddy!
That's some more 'u's used there - in lip up buddy. A programme said 'youse' instead of 'you two'. Don't know what accent that is.
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