Tune: Rivaulx
('Father of heaven, whose love profound')
Psalm 25 v.1-7
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Unto you, Lord, I lift my soul
Come to me, do, and make me whole
O God, I trust in you, let not
Me fall into enemies lot
Let them not triumph over me
Nor any who wait on you be
Ashamed, but shame to enemies
Who on their evil ways do seize
Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me
Your paths, lead me in your truth free
Instruct me for you the God be
Of my salvation completely
Remember, O lord, your tender
Mercies till to me them render
Your loving kindnesses renew
To me, since old* they come from you (*from olden days)
Remember not my sins, forgive
Me, so in your sight I shall live
Mercifully remember me
For your true goodness' sake, so be
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2026 04:10
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8.
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Beautiful Orchi. I know that I can use a lot of forgiving and mercy. Well written
Thank you SB.
You are most welcome Orchi
Bear with me, Orchi, this is going to take some concentration...
I began reading “Remembrance Requests” with full theological seriousness…candles lit, scholars nodding solemnly over the Psalms.
Then from beneath the pews…a faint glug…glug…glug…
Naturally I assumed this was the sanctuary basement aquarium again. But no. Popeye had arrived with a jar of spinach brine announcing a Green Glugging Grudge Match to impress Olive Oyl. Brutus, not to be outdone, produced a pickle barrel and declared himself “Champion Glugger of the Seven Seas.”
GLUG…GLUG…GLUG…GLUUUUG…GLUGGLUGGLUGGLUG
At which point I tried to restore order…because beneath the chaos there really is something lovely in your hymn-poem, you know? You keep Psalm 25 clear and prayerful…lifting the soul to God, asking to be taught the right path, and ending with that gentle plea for mercy rather than remembered sin. The theme of remembering fits the title beautifully…turning the hymn into a quiet request for God to remember mercy and forget our failures. It works very well, my dear friend.
Alas, the Green Glugging Grudge Match intensified.
Popeye: GLUG!
Brutus: GLUGGLUG!
They were so busy competing they didn’t notice Olive Oyl had quietly swum off with Ol’ Tom, who had apparently taken a rare break from knitting. What they were doing on that island remains…diplomatically…unreported.
The gluggers, however, are still going. And Psalm 25 continues bravely above the burbling glugs. Again, and all this rubbish aside, well done, my friend. 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you T. lol. They get up to some antics, that lot! lol.
Right!?!?! 🤣
Good one Orchi
Thank you Gold.
Hymn poems in 8.8.8.8. do tend to have a certain appeal to them .. I guess it must be summat to do with Quasimodo syndrome The Bells the bells n all that jazz 😎👍
Thank you N. lol.
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