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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Submission to God.
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Submission to God.
In the spirit of devotion,
To Thy earthly dome we come,
And with pure and calm emotion
Call our wand'ring fancy home.
Bid our thoughts, so often straying,
Fix themselves on heaven and Thee:
Praising all Thy will—and praying
For Thy guidance fervently.
To Thy earthly dome we come,
And with pure and calm emotion
Call our wand'ring fancy home.
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Fix themselves on heaven and Thee:
Praising all Thy will—and praying
For Thy guidance fervently.
'Tis a blessing to repose us
'Neath Thy ever-shelt'ring wing:
Thou, whose bounty overflows us,
Everlasting joys shalt bring:
And in Thee alone confiding,
Onward shall our footsteps tend:
And, whate'er our path betiding,
Feel Thou art our God and Friend.
'Neath Thy ever-shelt'ring wing:
Thou, whose bounty overflows us,
Everlasting joys shalt bring:
And in Thee alone confiding,
Onward shall our footsteps tend:
And, whate'er our path betiding,
Feel Thou art our God and Friend.
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