John Bowring (1792-1872 / England)
Forgive, as we hope to be forgiven
Kind Father of the human race,
From whom we come, in whom we live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, O! forgive.
We know there's much to be forgiven-
Our meaner thoughts of earthly birth;
We know we cannot hope for heaven
In these inferior realms of earth.
And yet of heaven we have a taste,
Of brighter blessing from above,
When over our mean earthly waste
There beams Heaven's radiant light of love.
John Bowring's Other Poems
- A Wise Man--builds upon a Rock
- Acceptable Worship
- Adoration of the one True God
- Advent of Christ
- Adversity salutary
- Agar's Petition
- An Aspiration
- Anxieties and Comforts
- Aspiration after higher Truth
- Aspirations after Truth
- Autumn: Friday Evening
- Autumn: Friday Morning
- Autumn: Monday Evening
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