OUT OF THE DEPTHS by James Buckham

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Aug 12, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 31.

OUT OF THE DEPTHS.

By James Buckham

As one who climbs, at dawn, some dewy hill, And in the fresh and sweet and quiet air Makes high resolves, and feels to do and dare, While hope and courage all his being thrill; And yet—and yet, when crossed is his will, When galls the burden, blinds the midday glare, He goes the old wrong way in weak despair— He is the same poor, stumbling mortal still.

So, often—O how often!—have I stood On spiritual heights, and seemed to rise O'er earth and self, until the very skies Longed for the day nor more than I for good . . . But when the night has come, with tears and sighs, Out of the depths I've cried for Jesus' blood! —James Buckham, in Lutheran Observer.