Robert Wadsworth Lowry Poems

  • 1.
    My life flows on in endless song;
    Above earthâ??s lamentation
    I hear the sweet though far off hymn
    That hails a new creation:
    ...
  • 2.
    What can wash away my sin?
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
    What can make me whole again?
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    ...
  • 3.
    Lead them, my God, to Thee,
    Lead them to Thee,
    These children dear of mine,
    Thou gavest me.
    ...
  • 4.
    How many sheep are straying
    Lost from the Savior's fold!
    Upon the lonely mountain, They shiver with the cold:
    Within the tangled thickets,
    ...
  • 5.
    Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
    Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
    Up from the grave He arose,
    With a mighty triumph over His foes,
    ...
  • 6.
    O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
    Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
    And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
    To summon Godâ??s saints to the glorified throng.
    ...
  • 7.
    Shall we gather at the river,
    Where bright angel feet have trod,
    With its crystal tide for ever flowing
    by the throne of God?
    ...
  • 8.
    And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1


    Shall we gather at the river
    ...
  • 9.
    Rolling downward, through the midnight,
    Comes a glorious burst of heav-nly song;
    -Tis a chorus full of sweetness-
    And the singers are an angel throng.
    ...
Total 9 Poems by Robert Wadsworth Lowry

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