’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.