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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Song of the Triumphant Christian.
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Song of the Triumphant Christian.
My task of duty's done,
The glorious fight is won,
My course is finished—and I look on high:
And now, Almighty Lord!
I wait the great reward,
The crown of glory, which can never die.
The glorious fight is won,
My course is finished—and I look on high:
And now, Almighty Lord!
I wait the great reward,
The crown of glory, which can never die.
The coronal of bliss,
Which now my portion is,
Thou hast laid up for ages in Thy care:
I see it green and bright,
With flowers of living light,
And stretch my eager hand and long to wear.
Which now my portion is,
Thou hast laid up for ages in Thy care:
I see it green and bright,
With flowers of living light,
And stretch my eager hand and long to wear.
The intolerable chain
Of downward thoughts, in vain,
In vain would fetter me to mortal things:
I break away from earth,
Called to a nobler birth,
And I am borne aloft on faith's immortal wings.
Of downward thoughts, in vain,
In vain would fetter me to mortal things:
I break away from earth,
Called to a nobler birth,
And I am borne aloft on faith's immortal wings.
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