Rejoice And Trembling Poem by John Bowring

Rejoice with trembling! yet rejoice;
For in the stillness of the soul
A voice is audible, a voice
No will can silence or control;
And this the language mortals hear,
Tears have their joy, and joys their tear.


Rejoice with trembling! every good
Has shadows darkening; every grief
Has bliss for its vicissitude-
Toil, rest, affliction, and relief,
The cheering sound, the chastening rod,
But over all the hand of God.