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.