Tune: Quam Dilecta
('We love the place, O Lord')
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Come, rest now, troubled heart
Where worries, frets, each part
Distracted, frustrated
By God's Spirit be led
Tomorrow's cares they be
Not here yet, look and see
But tend to each days load
Your heart be Christ's abode
What may or may not be
Trouble or trouble-free
Trust in your Lord, He speaks
To humble, lowly, meek
Whate'er your heaviness
He shall come relieve, bless
Going on in each day
And night, watch here and pray
Help us to seek your will
Your grace is given still
You guard from evil, ill
Throughout life's vales and hills
Forgive where we fuss, fret
And be not consoled yet
Come Spirit, dove, reside
Within us, e'er abide
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2018 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6666 metre.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
Good one yet again Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
Like the metre - great work O
Thanks Michael - I was limited to 6 syllables per line here, so could not waffle on!
Very lovely and comforting poem Orchi!
Thanks Lorna.
Thanks STEVE ~ Love that tune whose meter is 6666 ! It always spawns an ODE and "God's Presence" is appropriate ! At he end of Verse 2 ~ I think HEART would read better than HEAT ! Thanks for caring ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian. Probably a typo by me - will correct it! You fussing and fretting? We shouldn't really. I do sometimes, I know.
Thank you again for your beautiful words.
Thanks wc.
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