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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“Thy Will be done.”
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“Thy Will be done.”
Lord! to Thy holy will I bow me,
In infantine simplicity;
O lead me, Father! nor allow me
To wander e'en a step from Thee;
For all Thy will, when understood,
Is infinitely wise and good.
In infantine simplicity;
O lead me, Father! nor allow me
To wander e'en a step from Thee;
For all Thy will, when understood,
Is infinitely wise and good.
And if sometimes affliction cloud it,
And darkness gather round Thy way,
The mists which veil, the glooms which shroud it,
Will brighten into light and day,
And manifest Thy love the more,
As stars earth's midnight shining o'er.
And darkness gather round Thy way,
The mists which veil, the glooms which shroud it,
Will brighten into light and day,
And manifest Thy love the more,
As stars earth's midnight shining o'er.
Tempests and vapours, clouds and twilight,
Thy present purposes fulfil,
Till heaven's serene, undying daylight
Bursts on the world—it waits Thy will:
Till then we wait. Do Thou control,
While we obey, and ages roll.
Thy present purposes fulfil,
Till heaven's serene, undying daylight
Bursts on the world—it waits Thy will:
Till then we wait. Do Thou control,
While we obey, and ages roll.
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