Spring: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
John Bowring Poems on Work & Career (12 Poems)
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 ...
Autumn: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening star is aloft in heaven, Palely it shines alone;And nought is awake in the eye of even, But the never-sleeping ...
Evening Thoughts on Death (John Bowring Poems)
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
Winter: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
The Future of Mankind (John Bowring Poems)
To Sir John Bowring.What is the future of mankind, Its progress or its light to me,In the deep craving of my ...
Mysteries of Providence (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! in the unbeginning years, Whose course is wrapt in trackless night,Ere Thou hadst launched the heavenly spheres, Or waked this wandering ...
Faith and Works (John Bowring Poems)
Faith, untrained to works, is nought! Idle are the soundest creeds;Christian faith is holy thought— Christian merit, righteous deeds.If the purest doubting ...
Heaven the Christian’s Home (John Bowring Poems)
On light beams flowing from above Man's course of mortal being runs;And with the loadstone of His love The Eternal Sire attracts ...
The Life of Christ (John Bowring Poems)
The Life of Christ!—that loveliest book, Of all man's trust, the history;On which admiring ages look With ever-growing sympathy.The Life of Christ!—could ...
“It is finished” (John Bowring Poems)
"'Tis finished," the Redeemer said,And then He bowed His sacred head, And then He died. The sun concealedHis face in darkness—not ...
Hymn: The heaven’s my throne, saith the Lord our God (John Bowring Poems)
The heaven's my throne, saith the Lord our God, Although my feet the earth have prest;But where have I built my ...