Father, Although I Cannot See
The Future You Have Planned,
And Though The Path Is Sometimes Dark
And Hard To Understand:
Yet Give Me Faith, Through Joy And Pain,
To Trace Your Loving Hand.

When I Recall That In The Past
Your Promises Have Stood
Through Each Perplexing Circumstance
And Every Changing Mood,
I Rest Content That All Things Work
Together For My Good.

Whatever, Then, The Future Brings
Of Good Or Seeming Ill,
I Ask For Strength To Follow You
And Grace To Trust You Still;
And I Would Look For No Reward,
Except To Do Your Will