I Know Not if or Dark or Bright

I know not if or dark or bright

Shall be my lot;

If that where­in my hopes de­light

Be best or not.

It may be mine to drag for years

Toil’s hea­vy chain

Or day and night my meat be tears

On bed of pain.

Dear faces may sur­round my health

With smiles and glee

Or I may dwell alone

and mirth

Be strange to me.

My bark is waft­ed to the strand

By breath di­vine

And on its helm there rests a hand

Other than mine.

One who was known in storms to sail

I have on board;

Above the roar­ing of the gale

I hear my Lord.

Safe to the land! safe to the land!

The end is this

And then with Him go hand in hand

Far into bliss.