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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God with Us.
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God with Us.
Am I lonely? No! with God
Solitude can ne'er be mine:
Everywhere my foot hath trod
Feels His influence divine:
And where'er I yet may stray,
He shall guide and light my way.
Solitude can ne'er be mine:
Everywhere my foot hath trod
Feels His influence divine:
And where'er I yet may stray,
He shall guide and light my way.
Am I cheerless? No! with Him
Peace and pleasure lead me on:
Nought is dark, or drear, or dim,
Where His sunny rays are thrown;
And His presence kindles bright
Beams of beauty, love, and light.
Peace and pleasure lead me on:
Nought is dark, or drear, or dim,
Where His sunny rays are thrown;
And His presence kindles bright
Beams of beauty, love, and light.
Am I helpless? No! His hand
Wields the sceptre of all time;
Worlds and systems shake or stand,
Waiting on His nod sublime:
Yet there's none too mean to share
All His kindness, all His care.
Wields the sceptre of all time;
Worlds and systems shake or stand,
Waiting on His nod sublime:
Yet there's none too mean to share
All His kindness, all His care.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |