I Know Not What A Day May Bring
Of Joy Or Pain To Me;
But From The Past My Soul Has Learned
To Trust, O Lord, In Thee.

And So, Whatever My Spirit Fill,
I Trust And Wait Thy Sovereign Will;
Believing This, That Thou, My Friend,
Wilt Guide Me Safely To The End.

I Know Not What A Day May Bring,
Or Where My Path May Lead;
But Every Promise In Thy Word
My Soul Delights To Plead.

I Know Not What A Day May Bring,
It Matters Naught To Me;
Since Like A Child By Faith I Rest,
Confiding, Lord, In Thee.

I Know Not If My Waking Eyes
Another Day May See;
But Angel Wings Will Quickly Bear
My Raptured Soul To Thee.

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