In another hymn we are still touched with the anguish of the strife:
Hear my grief! believe I cannot That for me there is a hope, Who, between two weak opinions Halting, in the darkness grope: Fearing much and trusting little, Shall I stand at last or fall? Fearing evil hosts of darkness, Fearing self the most of all! | Sometimes in the gloomy valley, Sometimes on the sunny height; Sometimes drinking Marah's waters, Sometimes wine of pure delight: Sometimes sighs and bitter meanings, Sometimes joy on every string; Sometimes low beneath the billows, Sometimes sunward on my wing. | I am trusting, come what happen, Trusting in the word of grace-- That the riven Rock of Ages Is my perfect hiding-place: 77 In the cleft there is a Refuge, In the cleft is sweetest calm; In the cleft alone is safety-- Wounds of Christ, unblemished Lamb. | |