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Mixtures of joy and sorrow
I daily do pass through,
Sometimes I'm in the valley—
then sinking down with woe;
Sometimes I am exalted—
on eagles' wings I fly;
Rising above Mount Pisgah,
I almost reach the sky.
Sometimes my hope is little—
I almost lay it by;
Sometimes it is sufficient
if I were called to die;
Sometimes I am in doubting,
and think I have no grace;
Sometimes I am a shouting
and Bethel is the place.
Sometimes I shun the Christian,
for fear he'll talk to me;
Sometimes he is the neighbor
I long most to see;
Sometimes we meet together—
in seasons dry and dull;
Sometimes I find a blessing
of joy that fills my soul.
Sometimes I read my Bible—
its seems a sealed book;
Sometimes I find a blessing
wherever I do look.
Sometimes I got to meeting,
and wise I'd staid at home;
Sometimes I find my Jesus,
and then I'm glad I come.
O how I am thus tossed—
thus tossed to and fro!
How are my hopes thus crossed
wherever I do go!
O Lord, thou never changes—
it is because I stray;
Lord, guide me by Spirit,
and keep me in the way.
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