Mixtures of joy and sorrow
I daily do pass through;
Sometimes I’m in a 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.

Lord, why am I thus tossed,
Thus tossed to and fro?
Why are my hopes thus crossed,
Where’er Im call’d to go?
O Lord, thou never changest,
And ’tis because I stray;
O grant me thine assistance,
And keep me in thy way.

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