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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Hymn.
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Hymn.
[The earth, and all the earth contains]
The earth, and all the earth contains,
Are Thine, O Lord! Upon the seas
Thou reared'st the world, and it remains
Subservient to Thy high decrees.
Are Thine, O Lord! Upon the seas
Thou reared'st the world, and it remains
Subservient to Thy high decrees.
But who shall seek Thy temple, Lord!
Who dwell upon Thy holy hill?
He whose pure heart and honest word,
And hands unstained, obey Thy will.
Who dwell upon Thy holy hill?
He whose pure heart and honest word,
And hands unstained, obey Thy will.
Thy gen'rous blessing shall descend
On him and his;—and Thou wilt be
His Friend, who wert his father's Friend,
And all his sons Thy love shall see.
On him and his;—and Thou wilt be
His Friend, who wert his father's Friend,
And all his sons Thy love shall see.
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Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Eternal doors fly open too;
The King—the King of glory waits.
Who is the King of glory? Who?
Eternal doors fly open too;
The King—the King of glory waits.
Who is the King of glory? Who?
The King of glory is the strong,
The mighty Lord of hosts. He waits—
To him the welcome shall belong.
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
The mighty Lord of hosts. He waits—
To him the welcome shall belong.
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
The King—the King of glory's nigh.
Who is the King of glory? Who?
Lift, heav'nly gates, your arches high,
The King of glory passes through.
Who is the King of glory? Who?
Lift, heav'nly gates, your arches high,
The King of glory passes through.
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