1
God holds the key of all unknown,
And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
2
What if tomorrow’s cares were here,
Without its rest?
I’d rather He unlocked the day,
And, as the hours swing open, say,
My will is best.
Without its rest?
I’d rather He unlocked the day,
And, as the hours swing open, say,
My will is best.
3
The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
My help is sure.
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
My help is sure.
4
I cannot read His future plans;
But this I know:
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace
While here below.
But this I know:
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace
While here below.
5
Enough; this covers all my wants;
And so I rest;
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
Forever blest.
And so I rest;
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
Forever blest.