Tune: Woodlands
('Tell out my soul')
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Aloft the skies, ascend your praises high
To God, great Lord of all, for He is nigh
The Lord, Creator, reigning over all
Salvation to whoe'er on Him does call
Swet incense rise, express your worthy scent
Of glory, honour, thanks, make no relent
The ever-living Lord of heaven and earth
Your needs He meets, no fear of meagre dearth
With rapturous tunes, extol Him all the while
His holy presence, pure, without defile
Trust in His love, His grace, His promise sure
To save, redeem, and cleanse, and make you pure
Banners unfurl, flags, streamers, all employ
And myriad instruments sound forth the joy
Of His salvation, graciously He gives
That whoe'er turns to Him, such ever lives
What praise, what thanks, abounding from within
Can full express my freedom from my sin
Though perfectly we can ne'er reach the end
Yet humbly we adore, worship our Friend
A great crescendo, praise and honour due
To Him, great God of all, He will renew
Sing forth, mine heart, mine mind, of graces bright
'Til time eternal, 'til faith turns to sight
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: September 9th, 2024 01:36
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 10.10.10.10.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments6
Well, you know what I say...
A very peaceful poem. Orchi This is a good one to begin the week with. Nicely done.
Thanks SB.
Didn't know you used incense - wot's the problem? Moths?
Thanks Dave. Some churches use it. Me - I'm just annoyed, incensed! lol.
Clapping! 👏
AMEN! 🙏
A most resplendent
poem and song! 😀
Made me want
to sing along! 🎵 🎶
My pleasure to read!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad. The joke is: With my so-called singing (screeching), please sing louder than me, to drown me out. lol.
Great work !!
Thanks N.
Good one Orchi
Thanks Gold.
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