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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Thou hast the Words of Eternal Life.
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Thou hast the Words of Eternal Life.
Whither, whither shall we go?
For the word of life is Thine;
Nothing of our way we know
If Thy light refuse to shine:
We are wanderers, lost and lone,
If Thy hand refuse to guide;
Toiling on our path, we groan
Up life's dreary mountain's side.
For the word of life is Thine;
Nothing of our way we know
If Thy light refuse to shine:
We are wanderers, lost and lone,
If Thy hand refuse to guide;
Toiling on our path, we groan
Up life's dreary mountain's side.
But with Thee to lead us on,
Light above and peace below,
We no longer, lost and lone,
Up life's dreary mountain go:
Verdure decks the springing ground,
Nature smiles in joy and love;
Beauty wakes 'midst music round,
And all heav'n breathes out above.
Light above and peace below,
We no longer, lost and lone,
Up life's dreary mountain go:
Verdure decks the springing ground,
Nature smiles in joy and love;
Beauty wakes 'midst music round,
And all heav'n breathes out above.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |