I Know

The works and ways of God on high

I can­not solve—I do not try;

But

tho’ I can­not these unfold

One thing I know—to this I’ll hold

Tho’ all the world be­sides de­ny—

A sin­ner saved by grace am I.

I can­not tell you why

nor how

For O I do not un­der­stand;

I on­ly say

I know! I know!

On this un­shak­en ground I stand.

I know that my Re­deem­er lives;

I know

I know that He for­gives;

I know that I who once was dead

Am now al­ive in Christ

my head!

Let all the world be­sides de­ny

I know I live! shall be my cry.

How

at His word

the dark­ness flies

And beams of sun­light flood my eyes

I do not know; enough for me

That I who once was blind now see!

Let all the world be­sides de­ny

I know I see! shall be my cry.

Beyond this mor­tal vale there stands

A house for me not made with hands;

E’en now I see be­yond the dome

And oc­cu­py my heav’n­ly home.

Let all the world be­sides de­ny

I know I have a home on high.