A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
The Poor have the Gospel preached unto Them.
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A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||
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The Poor have the Gospel preached unto Them.
The Gospel is preached to the poor;
They long were abandoned and lone:
They now are forgotten no more—
The light of the Gospel's their own.
No longer they wander distrest,
In a gloomy, disconsolate road;
They are blest—for all nations are blest
With the life-giving glory of God.
They long were abandoned and lone:
They now are forgotten no more—
The light of the Gospel's their own.
No longer they wander distrest,
In a gloomy, disconsolate road;
They are blest—for all nations are blest
With the life-giving glory of God.
The Gospel is preached to the poor;
To them are its promises given—
For Jesus has opened the door
Which leads them to hope and to heaven:
He owns them—He claims them as His;
He never will leave them to woe;
They shall share in eternity's bliss,
In eternity's prospects below.
To them are its promises given—
For Jesus has opened the door
Which leads them to hope and to heaven:
He owns them—He claims them as His;
He never will leave them to woe;
They shall share in eternity's bliss,
In eternity's prospects below.
A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||