John Bowring

(1792-1872 / England)

John Bowring Poems

1. Thy Will Be Done 9/21/2010
2. Truly This Man Was The Son Of God! 9/21/2010
3. Whether Living Or Dying, We Are Thine 9/21/2010
4. Truly This Man Was The Son Of God! 9/21/2010
5. Ye Cannot Serve God And Mammon 9/21/2010
6. A Wise Man--Builds Upon A Rock 9/21/2010
7. Acceptable Worship 9/21/2010
8. Adoration Of The One True God 9/21/2010
9. Advent Of Christ 9/21/2010
10. Adversity Salutary 9/21/2010
11. Agar's Petition 9/21/2010
12. An Aspiration 9/21/2010
13. Anxieties And Comforts 9/21/2010
14. Aspiration After Higher Truth 9/21/2010
15. Aspirations 9/21/2010
16. Aspirations After Truth 9/21/2010
17. Autumn: Friday Evening 9/21/2010
18. Autumn: Friday Morning 9/21/2010
19. Autumn: Monday Evening 9/21/2010
20. Autumn: Monday Morning 9/21/2010
21. Autumn: Saturday Evening 9/21/2010
22. Autumn: Saturday Morning 9/21/2010
23. Autumn: Sunday Morning 9/21/2010
24. Autumn: Thursday Evening: The Presence Of God 9/21/2010
25. Autumn: Thursday Morning 9/21/2010
26. Autumn: Tuesday Evening 9/21/2010
27. Autumn: Tuesday Morning 9/21/2010
28. Autumn: Wednesday Evening 9/21/2010
29. Autumn: Wednesday Morning 9/21/2010
30. Awake, Thou That Sleepest 9/21/2010
31. Be Sure Your Sin Will Find You Out 9/21/2010
32. Blessed Are The Dead Who Die In The Lord 9/21/2010
33. Blessings 9/21/2010
34. Blessings Of Instruction 9/21/2010
35. Brotherhood Of Humanity 9/21/2010
36. Brotherly Love 9/21/2010
37. Buddhism 9/21/2010
38. Changes Wrought By Time 9/21/2010
39. Father, Glorify Thy Name 9/21/2010
40. I Will Not Leave You Comfortless 9/21/2010
Best Poem of John Bowring

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.

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Advent Of Christ

Single Voice

Lo! He comes, the Lord of glory,
Peace and triumph in His train;
Lo! He comes, by angels guarded,
Over all the earth to reign:
Death and darkness
Would arrest His course in vain.

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