John Bowring Poems

For whom but Thee, to whom but Thee,
Shall praise be poured, shall prayers ascend?
Creation-space-eternity-
From Thee derived, on Thee depend.
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Our God is nigh;
He watches all we think or do:
Rolls o'er all time His penetrating eye,
And tracks the round our steps pursue.
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Peace, my soul! why doubt or fear?
God is near thee; God is here!
Though thy way be dark and dim,
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Yes! Thou art with me, and with Thee
I cannot be alone,
For joy shall bear me company,
And peace shall be my own.
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Know the minutest grain of sand,
The smallest drop of sparkling dew,
Bear impress of the Almighty hand
As much as suns and systems do;
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God is love! His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens:
God is wisdom! God is love!
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One! One! One! art Thou,
Judge and King and God alone:
Thee we worship, and allow
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Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel,
In all our gloom and wand'rings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal
Man from Thy notice, from Thy care.
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Christ is risen and death subdued,
He hath hurled the conqueror down,
And the dark grave's solitude
Lighted from His glory-crown:
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O garland not the worthless weeds
Which shade the sweet flowers in the meads,
Neglecting the most bright and fair
Like undiscerning zealots do,
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