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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Miserere Me.
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Miserere Me.
O Thou! whose smiling face of light
Can make life's darkness day,
Whose mercies, bountiful and bright,
Can shed o'er sorrow's gloomy night
A rapture-giving ray.
Look down upon the suffering child,
Who, travelling through life's desert wild,
By fear misled,—by hope beguiled,
Hath wandered far astray.
Can make life's darkness day,
Whose mercies, bountiful and bright,
Can shed o'er sorrow's gloomy night
A rapture-giving ray.
Look down upon the suffering child,
Who, travelling through life's desert wild,
By fear misled,—by hope beguiled,
Hath wandered far astray.
O lead him on, Thou wise and good!
Through this deep wilderness,—
This dark and awful solitude,
Where doubt and dread of dangers rude
And mental bitterness
Have veiled his soul with pall-like gloom—
Have stolen life's beauty and its bloom—
Or else recall him to the tomb,
Where he may sleep in peace.
Through this deep wilderness,—
This dark and awful solitude,
Where doubt and dread of dangers rude
And mental bitterness
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Have stolen life's beauty and its bloom—
Or else recall him to the tomb,
Where he may sleep in peace.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |