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.