God Holds the Key

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

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

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

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

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

Forever blest

for­ev­er blest.