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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Hope in God.
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Hope in God.
O there are hours so dark and dull,
That nought of earthly light can cheer;
Hours full of fear—and sorrowful—
When the worn spirit has no ear
For comfort, and its misery
Can find no solace but from Thee.
That nought of earthly light can cheer;
Hours full of fear—and sorrowful—
When the worn spirit has no ear
For comfort, and its misery
Can find no solace but from Thee.
From Thee—whose eye is never closed
To mortal grief—how oft have I
Beneath Thy shelt'ring wing reposed
From suffering's storms, and tranquilly
Seen the clouds burst secure and free
From terror, harboured, Lord! by Thee!
To mortal grief—how oft have I
Beneath Thy shelt'ring wing reposed
From suffering's storms, and tranquilly
Seen the clouds burst secure and free
From terror, harboured, Lord! by Thee!
By Thee—who, when Thy children press
To Thy kind presence, bid'st them come:
And, pleased to shield, and pleased to bless,
Art their defence—their port—their home:
Where, safe from gusts, their bark shall be
Anchored for ever, Lord! by Thee.
To Thy kind presence, bid'st them come:
And, pleased to shield, and pleased to bless,
Art their defence—their port—their home:
Where, safe from gusts, their bark shall be
Anchored for ever, Lord! by Thee.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |