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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Evening Praises.
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Evening Praises.
How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light!
How shall we all Thy love declare!
The earth is veiled in shades of night,
But heaven is open to our prayer.
How shall we all Thy love declare!
The earth is veiled in shades of night,
But heaven is open to our prayer.
That heaven so bright with stars and suns,
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
We would adore Thee, God sublime,
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space.
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space.
Help us to praise Thee, Lord of light!
Help us Thy boundless love declare,
And while we fill Thy courts to-night,
Aid us and hearken to our prayer.
Help us Thy boundless love declare,
And while we fill Thy courts to-night,
Aid us and hearken to our prayer.
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