Joys and Sorrows 7s & 6s

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 eagles' 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.

Lord, why am I thus tossed,
Thus tossed to and fro?
Why are my hopes thus crossed,
Where'er I'm called to go?
O Lord, Thou never changest,
And 'tis because I stray;
O grant me Thine assistance,
And keep me in Thy way.