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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Forgive, as we hope to be forgiven.
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Forgive, as we hope to be forgiven.
Kind Father of the human race,
From whom we come, in whom we live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, O! forgive.
From whom we come, in whom we live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, O! forgive.
We know there's much to be forgiven—
Our meaner thoughts of earthly birth;
We know we cannot hope for heaven
In these inferior realms of earth.
Our meaner thoughts of earthly birth;
We know we cannot hope for heaven
In these inferior realms of earth.
And yet of heaven we have a taste,
Of brighter blessing from above,
When over our mean earthly waste
There beams Heaven's radiant light of love.
Of brighter blessing from above,
When over our mean earthly waste
There beams Heaven's radiant light of love.
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