John Bowring Archive

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, towering o’er the wrecks of time; all the light of sacred story gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o’ertake me, hopes deceive, and fears annoy, never shall the cross forsake …

1 Watchman, tell us of the night what its signs of promise are. Traveler, o’er yon mountain’s height, see that glory beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler, yes; it brings the day, promised day of …