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.
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 best