Mixture

1. Mixtures of joy and sorrow
    I daily do pass through;
Sometimes I’m in the valley,
    And sinking down with woe!
Sometimes I am exalted,
    On eagle’s wings I fly;
I rise above my troubles,
    And hope to reach the sky.

2. Sometimes I’m full of doubting,
    And fear I have no grace;
Sometimes I’m full of praising,
    When Christ reveals His face;
Sometimes my hope’s so little,
    I think I’ll throw it by;
Sometimes it seems sufficient,
    If I we’re called to die.

3. Lord, why am I thus tossed,
    Thus tossed to and fro?
Why are my hopes thus crossed
    Where’er I’m called to go?
O Lord, Thou never changest–
    And ’tis because I stray;
O grant me Thine assistance,
    And keep me in the way!