John Bowring Poems
- Death! Where Is Thy Sting? Where is thy sting, O ...
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- Lord! I Believe Lord! I believe: but if a doubt Should shake...
- Christian Unity Keep the unity of spirit, Keep it in the ...
- We Walk By Faith, And Not By S... We walk by faith, and not ...
- God Omnipresent Where'er the foot of man hath trod, He feels...
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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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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.