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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God Omnipresent.
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God Omnipresent.
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
He feels the presence of a God:
Around, above, beneath,—where'er
His thought can reach, a God is there.
He feels the presence of a God:
Around, above, beneath,—where'er
His thought can reach, a God is there.
In midnight darkness he can see
The spirit of the Deity:
In midnight solitude, his ear
The noiseless voice of God can hear.
The spirit of the Deity:
In midnight solitude, his ear
The noiseless voice of God can hear.
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Around His throne no lightnings play,
No thunder marks His awful way:
He walks in silence through the air,
And He is here, and everywhere!
No thunder marks His awful way:
He walks in silence through the air,
And He is here, and everywhere!
God is all eye, all ear—the soul
That animates this wondrous whole:
The ray that lights our senses dim,
Is a reflection caught from Him.
That animates this wondrous whole:
The ray that lights our senses dim,
Is a reflection caught from Him.
God is our origin and end,
From Him we came, to Him we tend;
What an exalted strife to be
Deserving such a destiny!
From Him we came, to Him we tend;
What an exalted strife to be
Deserving such a destiny!
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