’Twixt Gleams of Joy and Clouds of Doubt

’Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt

Our feel­ings come and go;

Our dai­ly state is tossed ab­out

In cease­less ebb and flow.

No mood of feel­ing

form of thought

Is con­stant for a day;

But Thou

O Lord

Thou chang­est not

The same Thou art al­way.

Out of the weak

un­qui­et drift

That comes but to de­part

To that pure heav­en my spir­it lift

Where Thou un­chang­ing art.

Lay hold of me with Thy strong grasp

Let Thine al­migh­ty arm

In its em­brace my weak­ness clasp

And I shall fear no harm.

Thy pur­pose of eter­nal good

Let me but sure­ly know

On this I’ll lean—let chang­ing mood

And feel­ing come or go

Glad when Thy sun­shine fills my soul

Nor sad when clouds ov­er­cast

Since Thou with­in Thy sure con­trol

Of love dost hold me fast.