A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Gratitude and Praise to God.
Rouse thee, O my spirit, rouse thee,
Unto God thy offerings bring;
Sing His name, for He allows thee
His stupendous name to sing.
Soar upon thy loftiest pinions
To th'Almighty's high abode;
And in heav'n's sublime dominions
Hold high converse with thy God.
Unto God thy offerings bring;
Sing His name, for He allows thee
His stupendous name to sing.
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To th'Almighty's high abode;
And in heav'n's sublime dominions
Hold high converse with thy God.
O how kind and condescending
Is our gracious God—from high
To His lowliest creatures bending!
Tow'rds this earth He turns his eye,
Sees our inmost heart's recesses,
Hears our praise—our prayers He grants;
All our days He cheers and blesses,
And provides for all our wants.
Is our gracious God—from high
To His lowliest creatures bending!
Tow'rds this earth He turns his eye,
Sees our inmost heart's recesses,
Hears our praise—our prayers He grants;
All our days He cheers and blesses,
And provides for all our wants.
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