Magnificent – Isaiah 6

I’m sorry I was unable to get a poem up last week. My only excuse is that I didn’t have WiFi (or running water which was a bigger concern at the time…) so to make up for it, I’m giving you an extra poem this week, enjoy!

(Written September 7, 2014)

I saw Jehovah sitting on the throne,
Exalted and lofty, glorious eye.
The train of His robe the temple filled,
Before Him seraphim did fly.
Each seraphim was bearing each six wings.
With two they cover each their face,
With two more they covered up their feet,
With two they flew from place to place.

Sing: “Holy is the Lord!
His glory fills the earth!
Yea, holy is the Lord!
Let every tongue His praise birth!

And with this cry of praise the temple shook,
But the foundations were not broke.
Before these voices was all this done,
And the whole temple filled with smoke.
“Oh woe is me, for I am doomed!
For I’m a man of unclean lips,
And mine eyes have seen the Lord of Hosts!”
So thus my soul with fear was gripped.

Sing: “Holy is the Lord!
His glory filled the earth!
Yea, holy is the Lord!
Let every tongue His praise give birth!

Straightway one of the seraphs to me flew,
And in his hand a burning coal.
And with this coal he fair touched my lips,
“Behold your lips I have made whole!”
The from the throne I heard the Lord to speak,
“Yea is there one who I might send?”
Then my soul with rapture filled replied,
“Lord send me, let me join this hymn!”

Sing: “Holy is the Lord!
His glory filled the earth!
Yea, holy is the Lord!
Let every tongue His praise give birth!

Psalm 24: Open

(To the tune Going Home)

Be raised up ancient doors,
And open wide, you gates!
Elders and sentinels,
The King of Glory waits.

Who is He? He who comes?
Who bids unbar our door?
God most high, Great and strong,
The Mighty Man of War.

Who ascends to God’s hill?
But Christ, whom none can kill.

Come, stand up, ancient doors,
Come open! Come salute!
Elders old, soldiers young,
Come hear your Lover’s suite.

Who is He? He who calls?
Who bids unbar our door?
Jesus Christ, Glorious King,
Our Bridegroom, Priest and Lord.

Hear His call, wait on Him,
And let your Savior in!

Psalm 23: Shepherd’s Hymn

(To the tune of “Will You Go, Lassie, Go?”)

I will never lack a thing,
For the Lord is my shepherd,
He who clothes little flowers,
And gives food to all the field-birds.
I will never lack a thing.

He will give me peace to rest,
Like a lush and blooming pasture,
And a crystal cool water,
A calm stream to take my leisure.
He will give me peace to rest.

He will well refresh my soul,
Make me walk with the righteous,
For His own reputation,
Fills my mind with thoughts sagacious.
He will well refresh my soul.

I need never fear at all,
Though I tread death-like valleys,
For the Lord God is with me,
And His rod and staff shall cheer me.
I need never fear at all.