God holds the key of all unknown

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.

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.

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

Forever blest.