My Father Planned It All

What tho’ the way be lone­ly

And dark the sha­dows fall;

I know wher­ev­er it lead­eth

My Fa­ther planned it all.

I sing through shade and sun­shine

And trust what­ev­er be­fall;

His way is best—it leads to rest;

My Fa­ther planned it all.

The sun may shine to­mor­row

The sha­dows break and flee;

’Twill be the way He choos­es

The Fa­ther’s plan for me.

He guides my halt­ing foot­steps

Along the wea­ry way

For well He knows the path­way

Will lead to end­less day.

A day of light and glad­ness

On which no shade will fall

’Tis this at last awaits me—

My Fa­ther planned it all.