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 To-Morrow’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 Wants,
And So I Rest !
For What I Cannot, He Can See,
And In His Care I Saved Shall Be,
For Ever Blest.