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.
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?
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.
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.
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.