Sir John Bowring, KCB (17 October 1792 – 23 November 1872) was an English political economist, traveller, miscellaneous writer, polyglot, and the 4th Governor of Hong Kong. more »
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John Bowring Poems
Death! where is thy Sting?
Where is thy sting, O Death! Grave! where thy victory? The clod may sleep in dust beneath, The spirit will be free!
Lord! I believe
Lord! I believe: but if a doubt Should shake my weak and wand'ring soul, Let Reason drive the intruder out,
If the hours of life are fleeting, Let those hours be well employed! Working, resting, parting, meeting, Life was given to be enjoyed.
Keep the unity of spirit, Keep it in the bonds of peace, So alone shall we inherit Hope, and truth, and blessedness.
Now tell me what is chivalry? To battle in the foremost fight For anything-for wrong-for right, For some fair lady's scornful smile,
We walk by Faith, and not by Sight
We walk by faith, and not by sight; And if we ever go astray, Do Thou, O Lord! conduct us right, And lead us in our onward way.
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, He feels the presence of a God: Around, above, beneath,-where'er His thought can reach, a God is there.
Life fleeting and vain
On! on! our moments hurry by Like shadows of a passing cloud, Till general darkness wraps the sky, And man sleeps senseless in his shroud.
Come, Ye Blessed of My Father
'Come, ye blessed of my Father, Enter in your place of rest, Round the throne of mercy gather'- Thus shall Jesus hail the blest,
Confidence in God
Await not with dismay To-morrow's threatening things;
Whether living or dying, we are Thine
To Thee alone we live, To Thee alone we die; Do Thou, O Lord! Thy spirit give, Both life and death to sanctify.
Thy Kingdom Come
Come Thy kingdom! of all blessings, Of all prayers the first is this; All heaven's hopes,-all earth's possessings,
To a Mother on the Death of a Child
'Like morning dew He sparkled; was exhaled, and went to heaven;' That promise for the innocent was given, And is divinely true.
his Mortal shall put on Immortality
When shall mortal man be crowned, Crowned with immortality? Shadows here our path surround; Nothing is reality.
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Death! where is thy Sting?
Where is thy sting, O Death!
Grave! where thy victory?
The clod may sleep in dust beneath,
The spirit will be free!
Both Man and Time have power
O'er suffering, dying men;
But Death arrives, and in that hour
The soul is freed again.
'Tis comforting to think,
When sufferings tire us most,
In the rough stream the bark will sink,
And suff'ring's power is lost.
Then, Death! where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, Grave?
O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To Him who loves to save.