Classic Poem

'Mid my life's vicissitude,
Seeming evil mixed with good;
'Mid its pleasure and its pain,
Alternating loss and gain,—
Be thou still my staff and rod,
All-sustaining grace of God!

Like a pilgrim here I pass,
Darkly see as through a glass;
Little know I of the way,
What shall be I cannot say,—
Let thy light upon me shine,
All-sufficient grace divine!

'Mid my ever-changing mood
God who changeth not is good;
And his word within I have,
He will guard the life he gave,—
Sing, my soul, along thy road,
Happy in the grace of God.