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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Iesus wept.
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Iesus wept.
He wept, as He approached the place
Where the departed Lazarus slept;
The clouds of sorrow veiled His face,
And, in His anguish. “Jesus wept.”
Where the departed Lazarus slept;
The clouds of sorrow veiled His face,
And, in His anguish. “Jesus wept.”
Yes! sainted are affection's tears,
And purified from sin or shame;
Each drop that's shed by virtue bears
The sanction of the Saviour's name.
And purified from sin or shame;
Each drop that's shed by virtue bears
The sanction of the Saviour's name.
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Yet if ye weep, as wept your Lord
Over His friend—now weep no more;
But hear His all-consoling word,
And dry the tears He dried before:
Over His friend—now weep no more;
But hear His all-consoling word,
And dry the tears He dried before:
“I go before you to prepare
A mansion of felicity;
And where my faithful servants are,
There shall their Lord and Master be.
A mansion of felicity;
And where my faithful servants are,
There shall their Lord and Master be.
“There shall eternal years renew
The scenes of peace which death destroys,
And God in me, and I in you,
Dwell 'midst unutterable joys.”
The scenes of peace which death destroys,
And God in me, and I in you,
Dwell 'midst unutterable joys.”
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