Spring: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
John Bowring Poems on Power (27 Poems)
Autumn: Thursday Evening: The Presence of God (John Bowring Poems)
Where'er I turn my restless eye,Wand'ring from earth to heaven, from sphere to sphere,Great God! I feel Thy present Deity,Every ...
Spring: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hours, days, weeks,—so our life-time flows—Gently, as melt the vernal snowsBeneath the sun; they pass away,Like dew-drops in the eye ...
Winter: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
True! Spring renews the faded year;And renovated fruits and flowersIn re-awaken'd charms appear:—They deck the plain—they crown the bowers—Their blush ...
Winter: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
Winter: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...
Spring: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...
Summer: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
To Thee, my God! to Thee I bringThe evening's grateful offering;From Thee, the source of joy above,Flow everlasting streams of ...
Winter: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The night has thrown its shadows o'er the land,And rest re-visits nature.—Evening's train,With day's extinguish'd torches in their hand,Have pass'd ...
Spring: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Summer: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
Summer: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Calm is the eve, and nature's wasting strengthIs, by the gentle influence of repose,Repair'd, rekindled;—with the morning's dawn,As if new-born, ...
Divine Influences (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
Autumn: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
Summer: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening twilight gently dies;The air is cool; the silent nightSerenely reigns; the curtain'd skiesTo contemplation's shrine invite;The labours of ...
Autumn: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Father! Source of light and love!Thou, whose throne of majesty,Fix'd yon thousand suns above,Gladdens all the earth with joy:Mercy-streaming, promise-beaming,Let ...
Resurrection (John Bowring Poems)
Spring is but another birth, From the grave of earlier springs,Which to renovated earth Other resurrection brings.God hath moulded all that God's Power ...
“That They also may be One in Us” (John Bowring Poems)
From house to house the apostles went, With arms of truth and words of power,By their great Master trained and sent, His ...
“Ye cannot serve God and Mammon” (John Bowring Poems)
Not a broken, brief obedience Doth the Lord of heaven demand;He requires your whole allegiance, Words and deeds, and heart and hand:God ...
Perpetual Praise (John Bowring Poems)
When wakened by Thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light,My voice shall sing that morning hour, And Thee ...
The Restless Sea (John Bowring Poems)
The restless—restless sea,By night,—by day,—in ebb and flow,—Yet every shifting tide, we know,Is driven by that eternal lawWhich has no ...
Aspirations after Truth (John Bowring Poems)
The blank, exhausting pleasure leaves, Nought but the power of truth can fill,When disappointed virtue grieves O'er hopeless purpose, helpless will:No light ...
God our Comforter (John Bowring Poems)
I'll trust my future fate to Thee, All-good, all-wise, Almighty One!If Thou control my destiny, And I repose on Thee alone, I shall ...
The Truth (John Bowring Poems)
The age for damning, dogmatizing creeds, Thanks to the power of Truth, has passed away,For man hath nobler thoughts and higher ...
Virtue and Truth Immortal (John Bowring Poems)
Short is the reign of summer flow'rs— O'er fruitful vale or fertile plainWe seek in winter's dreary hours One solitary flow'r in ...
Death! where is thy Sting? (John Bowring Poems)
Where is thy sting, O Death! Grave! where thy victory?The clod may sleep in dust beneath, The spirit will be free!Both Man ...
God the chief Good (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! to live, to die to Thee, Ever, ever to be Thine;Now and for eternity; Father! Friend! to call Thee mine,And when ...