And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
Without its rest?
I’d rather He unlocked the day,
And, as the hours swing open, say,
My will is best.
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
My help is sure.
But this I know:
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace
While here below.
And so I rest;
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
Forever blest.