Born: July 3, 1832, Poland, Maine.
Died: January 8, 1907, Poland, Maine.
Buried: Highland Cemetery, West Poland, Maine.
James was the son of minister James Libby and Nancy Fulton, and husband of Angie Davis.
An Advent Christian minister, he was called
the poet laureate of the denomination.
Christ is just the same in heaven—
All my heart is glad for this;
Though the holy angels throng Him,
And their home hath naught but bliss—
Just the same amid their wonder,
And the happy strains of joy;
While the memory-thoughts of ages
Ever must His soul employ.
Thoughts of childhood in Judea—
Early loves that with Him played;
Walks along the hills and valleys—
Pleasant places where He stayed;
Faces fond, and voices thrilling—
Friends who leaned above His heart,
Whom He so well sought to comfort
When the day drew near to part.
Thoughts of sorrows, heart-deep sorrow
None had ever known before—
That, our burden—grief for all men,
On His shoulder He upbore;
Ties were knit by years of anguish—
Blood-bought mortals nearer seem—
Helpless earth held fast His pity,
Given in wakeful hours, and dream.
Hath He now beyond the cloud-gates
Turned His heart from time away?
Is Gethsemane forgotten,
And Mount Calvary’s gloomy day?
And the garden’s lonely prison,
Doth He not so long remember
How He burst the heavy door?
All the past, and all the future,
As of old He knew—He knows;
And the grand results are measured
To be born of all His woes;
Glorious Christ! On earth in heaven—
Nought from Thee Thy plan can sever;
Earth’s and man’s almighty Savior,
Yesterday, today, forever.
James Albert Libby
Songs of History and Hope, 1891