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 the chief Good.
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God the chief Good.
Lord! to live, to die to Thee,
Ever, ever to be Thine;
Now and for eternity;
Father! Friend! to call Thee mine,
And when death shall overtake me,
Calmly to repose me there
Till Thy awful voice awake me,—
Hear the wish and grant the prayer!
Ever, ever to be Thine;
Now and for eternity;
Father! Friend! to call Thee mine,
And when death shall overtake me,
Calmly to repose me there
Till Thy awful voice awake me,—
Hear the wish and grant the prayer!
If that prayer may soar to Thee,
Not for wealth, nor power, nor pride,
Lord! shall my petition be:
I would turn my thoughts aside
From the dreams so vain and idle,
Which too long have driven me on;
Every wish and passion bridle,
Fixing them on Thee alone.
Not for wealth, nor power, nor pride,
Lord! shall my petition be:
I would turn my thoughts aside
From the dreams so vain and idle,
Which too long have driven me on;
Every wish and passion bridle,
Fixing them on Thee alone.
| A memorial volume of sacred poetry | |