Tune: Melcombe
('New every morning is the love')
Psalm 30 v.4-5 and v.10-12
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Sing to the Lord, you His people
And give thanks, remember you all
His holiness and purity
Nothing unrighteous with Him be
His anger endures a moment
But grace is to the penitent
In His favour is life, weeping
May last a night, but joy morn* brings (*morning)
Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me
Be you my helper, so I see
You have turned for me my mourning
From sadness now into dancing
You have put off my sackcloth, for
I had worn it in sorrows sore
You have girded me with gladness
I give you thanks and you I bless
So then my tongue sings praise to you
Your mercies you to me renew
I not silent, but shall praise give
And thanks to you who ever live
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8. If we have mourning, even in a literal night, joy can come in the morning. There may be ongoing 'nights' and 'mornings' relating to different situations.
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Well done. Your poem revolves around themes of worship, the nature of God’s mercy, personal transformation from mourning to joy, and the importance of gratitude in the believer's life.
Thank you F. Do you use AI for comments? I don't mind if you do. If you don't use it, you always give full and useful comments.
A great hymn of praise Orchi. Nicely done
Thank you SB. I suppose it's not magical, as if waving a magic wand and then moving from sorrow to joy.
You got any sackcloth? I was horrible to KP. She bought a new dress, and I said, 'What's that old sack you're wearing?' heehee. So she gave ME sewage when she prepared dinner. Doh!
You are most welcome Orchi so she fixes dinner now?
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
Orchi, there’s a beautiful reverence in this…you can feel the hymn structure carrying the Psalm with real care. The movement from sorrow into dancing lands exactly where the heart of Psalm 30 lives. It reads like something meant to be sung aloud…steady, faithful, and full of gratitude.
And knowing you, my friend, somewhere in the background Tom is probably already knitting a ceremonial tube sock trophy for the Baters' TV award ceremony while Popeye sits nearby creating those unmistakable spinach glugs from the can…which, frankly, is enough to make even the most determined baiters pack up and leave the dock. Incorrigible crew, the lot of you. 🤣 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you T. There's no place we can escape them all! lol.
Nope! None. Not even the gates of hell can prevail against them gluggers!
Do the gatekeepers of hell flee at the sound of the glugs?! lol.
Totally!
Erm, did Martin Luther know any gluggers, in some lines of his hymns: 'The ancient prince of Hell, etc..?' And some lines in his 'A mighty fortress is our God'? Was he battling to bat away those gluggers before they drove him mad with the sound of glugs? lol.
I mean he had round table with barrels of beer, that Kate brewed him. Lucky guy, no? So, yeah...he and many were glugging, me thinks! 🤣 Was the beer Green this time of year? If so, he\'d be a green glugger too! 🤣
He called her his ball and chain, or something like that! lol. And I'm afraid that with Popeye we go from joy to sorrow. heehee.
LOL!
Oh great glugging, 'Tis true upon 'morrow,
That gluggers glug, giving us great sorrow.
Now, if only that dinglehopper was around to borrow...
We could add some blue and color it yarrow.
Youre welcome. 🤣
I appreciate this is a hymn poem Orchidee but it feels like you may be rapid cycling .. take it easy old chap .. Neville 😎👍
Thank you N. I mean, as the Psalmist (not ALL written by King David) wrote and found, that there is sorrow, but that it can turn to joy, after maybe a literal night, or a metaphorical night.
We might say, e.g. sleep on the matter, and it will look better in the daylight of morning. That is, if we're not worrying about the matter all night, of course.
I read a bit about 'rapid cycling' At first I thought you meant I was cycling too fast, as in 'On yer bike!' lol.
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