‘Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt Our feelings come and go; Our best estate is tossed about In ceaseless ebb and flow. No mood of feeling, form of thought Is constant for a day; But thou, O Lord, thou changest not: The same thou art alway. I grasp thy strength, make it mine own, My heart with peace is blest; I lose my hold, and then comes down Darkness, and cold unrest. Let me no more my comfort draw From my frail hold of thee, In this alone rejoice with awe-- Thy mighty grasp of me. Out of that weak, unquiet drift That comes but to depart, To that pure heaven my spirit lift Where thou unchanging art. Lay hold of me with thy strong grasp, Let thy almighty arm In its embrace my weakness clasp, And I shall fear no harm. Thy purpose of eternal good Let me but surely know; On this I’ll lean-let changing mood And feeling come or go- Glad when thy sunshine fills my soul, Not lorn when clouds o’ercast, Since thou within thy sure control Of love dost hold me fast. -John Campbell Shairp
Love that preacher! He bless me more than any other. Thank God for these recordings.
One of my favorite non living pastors/theologians.
Brilliant word, so encouraging.
Salvation is extreme, What could be more extreme than taking a earthly, 16:08 dead sinners to a completely new life, in Heavenly places, in Christ.
Rejoicing doesnt come by looking in- rejoice in the Lord!
‘Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt
Our feelings come and go;
Our best estate is tossed about
In ceaseless ebb and flow.
No mood of feeling, form of thought
Is constant for a day;
But thou, O Lord, thou changest not:
The same thou art alway.
I grasp thy strength, make it mine own,
My heart with peace is blest;
I lose my hold, and then comes down
Darkness, and cold unrest.
Let me no more my comfort draw
From my frail hold of thee,
In this alone rejoice with awe--
Thy mighty grasp of me.
Out of that weak, unquiet drift
That comes but to depart,
To that pure heaven my spirit lift
Where thou unchanging art.
Lay hold of me with thy strong grasp,
Let thy almighty arm
In its embrace my weakness clasp,
And I shall fear no harm.
Thy purpose of eternal good
Let me but surely know;
On this I’ll lean-let changing mood
And feeling come or go-
Glad when thy sunshine fills my soul,
Not lorn when clouds o’ercast,
Since thou within thy sure control
Of love dost hold me fast.
-John Campbell Shairp
That’s a terrific poem! Thanks for sharing.