Mixtures of joy and sorrow
I daily do pass thru;
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.

Sometimes I'm full of doubting,
And think 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 were called to die.

Sometimes I shun the Christian,
Lest he should talk to me;
Sometimes he is the neighbor
I long the most to see;
Sometimes we meet together,
The season's dry and dull;
Sometimes we find a blessing;
With joy it fills my soul.

Sometimes I travel mourning
Down Babel's ancient stream;
Sometimes my Lord's religion
Appears my only theme;
Sometimes when I am praying,
It seems almost a task;
Sometimes receive a blessing,
The greatest I can ask.