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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The Resurrection.
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The Resurrection.
He lives! he lives! Let joy again
Take up its rest with ransomed men:
The grave is void—the victory his;
And his the glory—ours the bliss.
Take up its rest with ransomed men:
The grave is void—the victory his;
And his the glory—ours the bliss.
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His tomb is bright with love and peace,
And gladness springs from face to face;
For he has freed us from the yoke,
And all death's heaviest fetters broke.
And gladness springs from face to face;
For he has freed us from the yoke,
And all death's heaviest fetters broke.
And doubts and darkness now are fled:
Ye mourners! mourn not for the dead;
The dead have triumphed. Come and see
The trophies of their victory.
Ye mourners! mourn not for the dead;
The dead have triumphed. Come and see
The trophies of their victory.
That glorious victory all who bear
The privileged name of man may share.
'Tis ours! 'tis ours! Come, join to sing
The anthem of our conquering King.
The privileged name of man may share.
'Tis ours! 'tis ours! Come, join to sing
The anthem of our conquering King.
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