Tune: Winchester Old
('While shepherds watched...')
Isaiah 40 v.12-17
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Who has the waters now measured?
Who made them, who them stirred?
To create such, it was the Lord
All things made by His word
The waters, all of every land
Are contained in His hand
And who has the heaven measured?
With their hand, be assured
Be assured that the Lord is he
Who makes thes things to be
And who has measured dust of earth?
E'en us, gave us our worth
Who weighed the mountains out in scales?
He whose strength never fails
And weighed out hills in a balance
His greatness true we sense
Who has directed His Spirit?
And who His way has lit?
Who being His counsellor taught
Him, and Him wisdom brought?
Behold, the nations are as drop
In a bucket, so stop
We to account the Lord's greatness
And His strong name confess
The nations counted as dust small
When weighed in balance all
Behold, the Lord takes up each isle
Very small they compile
They are before Him as nothing
All nations, who can bring
A worthy offering, and say
We worship well today?
The nations less than nothing be
Though He regards each, see
They are vanity and worthless
Yet He does each address
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2018 01:56
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8686 metre. A Christmas interlude?! I could not find another tune I had for this.
- Category: Spiritual
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Amen.
Thanks Gold.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh STEVE Musique de Noel ~ love every note and word and often play it in the Car all year round. My passengers always join in because they all know the WORDS ! Up in't NORTH we alus sing "SHEPHERDS" to "Ilkley Moor Ba'tat" it's hilarious and fits perfectly ~ AMEN Thanks for POEM ~ Isaiah ~ a great OT Book ~ A great PROPHECY especially chapter 53 ! the verses you have poemised are a great Blessing to Christian Ecologists like ME ! Thanks for caring ~ sharing and uplifting ~ thank GOD for FRYDAY ~ Ham Eggs & Northern Chips (only need FIVE for a double round CHIP BUTTY !) For LUNCH ! Yours as ever BROTHER BRIAN
Thanks Brian. A fry-up in this heat? I don't feel well! lol.
A fine write. Did you sing it first?
Thanks heart. Well, I sing to it as I compose the words. As 8686 is called 'Common Metre' there are loads of tunes it could be set to - many tunes I still don't know though!
Orchi,
No matter how minuscule,
“He does each address”!
Christmas in July!
Just thinking about it
is bringing down this
oppressive heat and
humidity a few degrees !
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. We're in a heatwave in UK too.
Ah yes He does each address and with love He gives us our worth. A lovely read dear friend.
Thanks Fay.
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