I know not what the fu­ture hath
Of mar­vel or sur­prise,
Assured alone that life and death
God’s mer­cy un­der­lies.

And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an un­tried pain,
The bruis­èd reed He will not break,
But strength­en and sus­tain.

No of­fer­ing of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.

And so be­side the si­lent sea
I wait the muf­fled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

I know not where His is­lands lift
Their frond­ed palms in air;
I on­ly know I can­not drift
Beyond His love and care.