Tune: Cross of Jesus
('Come thou long expected Jesus')
Malachi 4 v.1-3
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For the day it comes that does burn
As an oven, repent, turn
To the LORD, be not proud, wicked
Nothing can from Him be hid
For evil shall burn as stubble
All causes of woe, trouble
There left be no branches or roots
Nevermore shall spring new shoots
But to you who fear the LORD's name
His the honour, His the fame
To you shall Sun of righteousness
Arise upon you, you bless
He shall dawn, healing in His wings
His people, each to them sings
You shall grow up as calves new-born
Not be from your stables torn
The righteous shall tread the wicked
Down, through Christ, He is their head
They shall be as ashes under
The righteous' feet, and not stir
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2017 03:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7.metre with an Advent theme. Little bit late for the season. Hope I've not missed the bus!
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Youâll never miss the bus! The bus will always wait for you. Beautiful read. Very comforting! Thank you!
Thanks Laura. I meant - am I a bit late for Advent? or am I early for next year?! heehee.
I guess youâre early...so you havenât missed the bus...as I said, âyouâll never miss the busâ!đ
The bus will always wait for you when you produce good writing like this.
Thanks Gold.
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