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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Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord.
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Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord.
Blessed, blessed are the dead
In the Lord who die—
Rest the pillow of their head
While they slumb'ring lie:
All their earthly labours done,
Stilled each mortal pain,
Till the Lord, th'Almighty One,
Calls them forth again.
In the Lord who die—
Rest the pillow of their head
While they slumb'ring lie:
All their earthly labours done,
Stilled each mortal pain,
Till the Lord, th'Almighty One,
Calls them forth again.
Blessed, blessed are the dead
In the Lord who die;
Radiant is the path they tread
Upwards to the sky.
All the deeds of virtue done,
Deeds of peace and love,
Now are stars of glory strown,
Lighting them above.
In the Lord who die;
Radiant is the path they tread
Upwards to the sky.
All the deeds of virtue done,
Deeds of peace and love,
Now are stars of glory strown,
Lighting them above.
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