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:
In the cleft there is a Refuge,
In the cleft is sweetest calm;
In the cleft alone is safety--
Wounds of Christ, unblemished Lamb.