“I cannot mount to heaven beneath this ban;
Can Christian hope survive so far below
The level of the happiness of man?
Can angels’ wings in these dark waters grow?
A spirit voice replied, ‘From bearing right
Our sorest burthens, comes fresh strength to bear;
And so we rise again towards the light,
And quit the sunless depths for upper air.
Meek patience is as diver’s breath to all
Who sink in sorrow’s sea, and many a ray
Comes gleaming downward from the source of day,
To guide us re-ascending from our fall,
The rocks have bruised thee sore, but angels’ wings
Grow best from bruises, hope from anguish springs.’”
Can Christian hope survive so far below
The level of the happiness of man?
Can angels’ wings in these dark waters grow?
A spirit voice replied, ‘From bearing right
Our sorest burthens, comes fresh strength to bear;
And so we rise again towards the light,
And quit the sunless depths for upper air.
Meek patience is as diver’s breath to all
Who sink in sorrow’s sea, and many a ray
Comes gleaming downward from the source of day,
To guide us re-ascending from our fall,
The rocks have bruised thee sore, but angels’ wings
Grow best from bruises, hope from anguish springs.’”
CHARLES TURNER
“We need as much the cross we bear
As air we breathe, as light we see;
It draws us to Thy side in prayer,
It binds us to our strength in Thee.”
As air we breathe, as light we see;
It draws us to Thy side in prayer,
It binds us to our strength in Thee.”
A. L. WARING
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