Poems (Howard)/Cast Down
Cast Down.
"Out of the depths", I cry, And know Thou nearest me, Who, from Thy throne on high, In tender sympathy Art looking down where I O'ershadowed, cling to Thee.
Dark grows the path I tread; And when the gloom of night, Around me and o'erhead, Shall steal upon my sight, Oh! shall I then be led By Thy celestial light?
Thick clouds obscure my sky— I walk in shifting sand Where pitfalls thickly lie, And scarce can understand That there is ever nigh My Father's guiding hand.
Oh! may I not despair, Though by affliction tried; Still may I look up where Sits Christ, the Crucified, And cast on Him my care, And in His love abide.