From noon of joy to night of doubt our feelings come and go;
our best estate is toss'd about in ceaseless ebb and flow.
No mood of feeling, form of thought, is constant for a day,
but Thou, O God, Thou changest not; the same Thou are always.
I grasp They strength, make it my own, my heart with peace is bless'd;
I lose my hold, and then comes down darkness and cold unrest.
Let me no more my comfort draw from my frail grasp of Thee:
in this alone rejoice with awe, They mighty grasp of me.
Thy purpose of eternal good let me but surely know;
on this I'll lean, let changing mood and feeling come and go;
glad when Thy sunshine fills my soul, not sad when clouds o'er cast,
since Thou within Thy sure control of Love dost hold me fast.
John Campbell Shairp, 1871
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