Tune: St Leonard's
('May the mind of Christ my Saviour')
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Grant me Jesus, most dear, loving
To rest in you, and nothing
To take your place, you alone reign
In my heart unfeign
Help me rest in you above all
Else that would upon me call
Health, beauty, glory and honour
Or what would allure
Above power and dignity
Knowledge, skill, fame and praise free
Sweetness, consolation, merit
Trusting you each whit
Above hope, promise and desire
Gifts, favours, that I admire
Joy and jubilation the mind
Can conceive or find
Above Angels and Archangels
Hosts of heaven, whate'er calls
All visible, invisible
Things, I count them all
Count them less than you yourself Lord
Hearken I unto your word
'Tis you I desire, in you rest
E'er our heavenly guest
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2017 12:00
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8785 metre, in an occasional series (of 8 poems in all).
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Beautiful poems, orchidee! So full of hope. I really like the last stanza.
Thanks Christina. He was a German monk of the 15th Century and went on to be a sub-prior in a monastery in the Netherlands. A lot of his book 'The Imitation of Christ' is very eloquent.
All I can say is: Praise the powers that be for giving us orchidee!
I swoon at that poetic comment Fred, cos it rhymes! heehee.
Another message filled with hope, again thanks for your inspiration.
Thanks laser.
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