Tune: Laudes Domini
('When morning gilds the skies')
Psalm 67
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God be merciful to
Us, His graces renew
And bless us, keep us true
To Him, and cause His face
To shine on us, each race
And favour here our place
That His way may be known
On earth, unto us shown
We not here left alone
May He His salvation
Show unto each nation
His peace unto each one
Let the people praise you
O God, all, not a few
All nations be glad too
Be glad and for joy sing
For you in everything
Shall righteous judgement bring
Yes, let the people praise
You, O God, and songs raise
To you through all their days
Then shall the earth sure yield
Produce from every field
For land it shall be healed
It shall flourish, increase
God shall bless us, not cease
Our God shall give us peace
And all ends of the earth
Shall proclaim of His worth
Then prospering, no dearth
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2026 13:47
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6. 6.6.6. The layout needs 2 sets of 3 rhyming lines for each stanza. So it is AAABBB, instead of my often AABB format. The hymn and the Psalm have a refrain. I have tried to link in the Psalm's refrain in stanzas 3 and 4.
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Comments8
Always love to experiment with structure! I think the refrain was very well done!
Thank you A.
Great rhyme in this hymn Orchi. I especially loved the last verse. Well done my friend
Thank you SB.
Most welcome Orchi
Not only the title, but also some content, gives me the feeling it could be a Harvest Festival hymn .. Wrong season for you?
Thank you D. Now some say - every day is Easter, i.e. the Easter message.
Yes, I'm sure it's Harvest next week. Sir Orchi NS dunno what year it is, let alone what day. lol.
Nicely done, my friend
Thank you F.
Good hymn O🕊️🙏
Thank you A.
Very clever construction here.A great tribute to the blessing of gOD
Thank you D.
Also…I suspect somewhere deep in the archives of Glugminster Abbey there is now a choir of mildly confused monks trying to perform this while Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus waves a soup ladle like a conductor’s baton. And honestly? I’d attend that service. Lovely work as always, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you T. Along comes Popeye and make it all un-harmonious. lol.
So its not true then .. You can tach an old rodent new tricks .. Bravo ..
Thank you N. lol.
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