Psalm 50
From the rising of the sun
He rises in my heart
He rises in the deepest part of me
He is the God of glory
Of that there is no doubt
He is coming soon for all the world to see
And when the sun it sets
And the end is coming near
A furious fire consumes before our King
You must pay your vows to God
And call upon His name
And all your heart to Jesus you must bring
For He wants for nothing more
Than for you to sing HIs praise
He needs nothing from the feeble hand of man
He is the King of Kings
And it is a fearful thing
To find yourself outside the Saviour's plan
poem by Frank McEleny
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