Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #254: Mixtures Of Joy And Sorrow

Hymn #253 Hymn #255

The Christian

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254 (P.M.)

Mixtures of joy and sorrow

I daily do pass through,

Sometimes I'm in the valley —

Then sinking down with woe;

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 the most to see;

Sometimes we meet together

In seasons dry and dull;

Sometimes I find a blessing

Of joy that fills my soul.

Sometimes when I am praying,

It almost seems a task;

Sometimes I find a blessing,

The greatest I can ask.

Sometimes I read my Bible —

It seems a sealed book;

Sometimes I find a blessing

Wherever I do look.

Sometimes I go to meeting,

And wish I'd stayed at home;

Sometimes I find my Jesus,

And then I'm glad I come.

O how I am thus tossèd —

Thus tossèd to and fro!

How are my hopes thus crossèd

Wherever I do go!

O Lord, thou never changest;

It is because I stray:

Lord, guide me by thy Spirit,

And keep me in the way.

Hymn #253 Hymn #255