I know my heav’nly Fa­ther knows
The storms that would my way op­pose;
But He can drive the clouds away,
And turn the dark­ness in­to day.

I know my heav’n­ly Fa­ther knows
The balm I need to soothe my woes;
And with His touch of love di­vine
He heals this wound­ed heart of mine.

I know my heav’nl­y Fa­ther knows
How frail I am to meet my foes;
But He my cause will e’er de­fend,
Uphold and keep me to the end.

I know my heav’n­ly Fa­ther knows
The hour my jour­ney here will close;
And may that hour, O faith­ful Guide,
Find me safe shel­tered by Thy side.