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Poem
November 19, 1824
American Watchman And Delaware Advertiser
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
A devotional poem by Mr. Bowring expressing submission to God's will during times of fear, darkness, and loss, finding solace in divine light and enduring joys.
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BY MR. BOWRING.
O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will :
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery,
I cannot Lord, thy purpose see:
Yet all is well-since ruled by Thee.
When mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown;
And, should I faint a moment-then
I think of Thee--and smile again.
So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
"The narrow path of duty on:
What tho' me cherish'd joys are fled!
What tho' such flattering dreams are gone!
Yet purer, brighter joys remain:
Why should my spirit, then, complain?
BY MR. BOWRING.
O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will :
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery,
I cannot Lord, thy purpose see:
Yet all is well-since ruled by Thee.
When mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown;
And, should I faint a moment-then
I think of Thee--and smile again.
So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
"The narrow path of duty on:
What tho' me cherish'd joys are fled!
What tho' such flattering dreams are gone!
Yet purer, brighter joys remain:
Why should my spirit, then, complain?
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Devotional Poem
Trust In God
Divine Will
Religious Faith
Spiritual Comfort
What entities or persons were involved?
By Mr. Bowring.
Poem Details
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By Mr. Bowring.
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O Let My Trembling Soul Be Still, While Darkness Veils This Mortal Eye, And Wait Thy Wise, Thy Holy Will :
Yet All Is Well Since Ruled By Thee.
Thy Light Sweet Beaming Through Thy Frown;
So, Trusting In Thy Love, I Tread "The Narrow Path Of Duty On:
Yet Purer, Brighter Joys Remain: Why Should My Spirit, Then, Complain?