John Bowring

(1792-1872 / England)

John Bowring Poems

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