The Home Circle by Wade Robinson

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 6, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 17.

The Home Circle.

By Wade Robinson

"WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN?"

WHAT is it ails thee, heart? why dost thou weep? All my sweet hopings are withered and strewn; Sweetest communion we oft time did keep, Now they have left me, and I am alone. Barren the earth appears, gazing around, Barren the heavens seem, gazing above, Dead is the music that joyed me with sound, Silent forever the whispers of love.

Hast thou forgotten, heart? God is not dead! Gloomy and dark may the present appear, But from the present thou soon shalt be led Into a daylight unspeakably clear. Over thee, under thee, close at thy side, Never a moment he leaves or forsakes. Trust him, abide in him, leave him to guide, Follow the way that in wisdom he takes.

Waker, or dreamer, or what am I now? Oceans of loveliness—oceans of light! Heaven itself to my vision doth bow, Glory on glory unfolds to my sight. Why so disquieted? why so cast down? Hope thou in him whom thou shortly shalt praise; Soon shall the cross be forgot in the crown, Darkness be lost in eternity's days! —Wade Robinson.