God Holds the Future in His Hands

Dread not the things that are ahead

The bur­dens great

the sink­ing sands

The thorns that o’er the path are spread

God holds the fu­ture in His hands.

God holds the fu­ture in His hands

And ev­ery heart He un­der­stands.

On Him de­pend

He is your friend

He holds the fu­ture in His hands.

We know not what to­mor­row hides

Of sun or storm or good or ill;

We only know His dear hand guides

And He will be our fa­ther still.

His hand cre­at­ed earth and sky

The ze­phyrs and the storms that rage

And years to come and years gone by

To Him are but an op­en page.

Live close to Him and trust His love

Assured that while on earth we roam

Whate’er may come

He bends ab­ove

To guide His child­ren safe­ly home.