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 tomorrws cares were here
Without its rest
I'd rather he unlock 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 wants
And so I rest
For what I cannot He can see
And in His care I saved shall be
For ever blest
J Parker.
And I am glad:
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
What if tomorrws cares were here
Without its rest
I'd rather he unlock 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 wants
And so I rest
For what I cannot He can see
And in His care I saved shall be
For ever blest
J Parker.
