A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
Thy Kingdom Come.
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A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||
Thy Kingdom Come.
Come Thy kingdom! of all blessings,
Of all prayers the first is this;
All heaven's hopes,—all earth's possessings,
Grace and glory, peace and bliss,
Centring in the holy word,
In the kingdom of the Lord.
Of all prayers the first is this;
All heaven's hopes,—all earth's possessings,
Grace and glory, peace and bliss,
Centring in the holy word,
In the kingdom of the Lord.
Let Thy kingdom come! its coming,
By the Gospel-light assured,
In the distant dawn is looming,
Sanctioned, sanctified, secured;
By the Great Creator's plan
Heaven's unveiled, and rescued man.
By the Gospel-light assured,
In the distant dawn is looming,
Sanctioned, sanctified, secured;
By the Great Creator's plan
Heaven's unveiled, and rescued man.
Yes! Thy kingdom shall be founded
On the eternal base of truth,
By its crystal walls surrounded,
Bright as diamonds, pure as youth.
Kingdom of the Lord! appear,
Speak the word! and lo 'tis here!
On the eternal base of truth,
By its crystal walls surrounded,
Bright as diamonds, pure as youth.
Kingdom of the Lord! appear,
Speak the word! and lo 'tis here!
A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||