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.
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."
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.”
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.
Enough! this covers all my want,
And so I rest -
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I safe shall be,
Forever blest.
And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
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."
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.”
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.
Enough! this covers all my want,
And so I rest -
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I safe shall be,
Forever blest.
Joseph Parker (1830-1902)
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