Tune: North Coates
('O my Saviour lifted')
Psalm 147 v.7-9
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Sing to the Lord, give praise
Him an anthem raise
Sing praise on the harp fine
Making sounds divine
Praise unto our God sure
He faithful e'ermore
Covers heavens with clouds
Envelops, enshrouds
For He does prepare rain
For the earth again
Makes grass. all things to grow
Mounts, valley do show
They show what He has made
Steady, firm, and staid
And He does provide, so
All fed here below
For He upon earth looks
He it not forsook
Though He God in heaven high
Yet He is us nigh
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2023 01:59
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.5.6.5.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
in view of your alleged propensity to water down the alter wine ..
I would respectfully suggest that this was virtually spiritual ..
cheers, Neville 👍🍷
Thanks N. Got yer harp out?! 😁
We are certainly provided for, and thanks is due. Amen!
Thanks B.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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