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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Rejoice with Trembling.
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Rejoice with Trembling.
Rejoice with trembling! yet rejoice;
For in the stillness of the soul
A voice is audible, a voice
No will can silence or control;
And this the language mortals hear,
Tears have their joy, and joys their tear.
For in the stillness of the soul
A voice is audible, a voice
No will can silence or control;
And this the language mortals hear,
Tears have their joy, and joys their tear.
Rejoice with trembling! every good
Has shadows darkening; every grief
Has bliss for its vicissitude—
Toil, rest, affliction, and relief,
The cheering sound, the chastening rod,
But over all the hand of God.
Has shadows darkening; every grief
Has bliss for its vicissitude—
Toil, rest, affliction, and relief,
The cheering sound, the chastening rod,
But over all the hand of God.
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