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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Iesus lives.
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Iesus lives.
“He is not here, He is risen.”
Jesus lives, and we in Him;
Jesus from the grave is risen:
He hath burst the darkness dim
Of our narrow earthly prison.
See Him throned in light ascend
To the highest heaven of glory,
See your Brother, see your Friend,
Tracing out your path before ye.
Jesus from the grave is risen:
He hath burst the darkness dim
Of our narrow earthly prison.
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To the highest heaven of glory,
See your Brother, see your Friend,
Tracing out your path before ye.
Jesus lives, and He is gone
Blessed mansions to prepare us:
Courage, Christians! travel on,
Heaven and happiness are near us.
Earth is not the Christian's home,
To a better country tending;
Jesus hath subdued the tomb,
See Him o'er its clouds ascending.
Blessed mansions to prepare us:
Courage, Christians! travel on,
Heaven and happiness are near us.
Earth is not the Christian's home,
To a better country tending;
Jesus hath subdued the tomb,
See Him o'er its clouds ascending.
Jesus lives, and we shall live,—
Jesus sits enthroned in heaven:
He shall crowns of glory give,
He hath crowns of glory given.
Now the sting of death is past,
Christians! gird your armour on ye—
To your Friend, your Brother haste,
Lo! He waits—He smiles upon ye.
Jesus sits enthroned in heaven:
He shall crowns of glory give,
He hath crowns of glory given.
Now the sting of death is past,
Christians! gird your armour on ye—
To your Friend, your Brother haste,
Lo! He waits—He smiles upon ye.
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