My Fa­ther knows just what is best,
Knows what I need, and then the rest
Withholds with His un­er­ring hands;
My Fa­ther knows: He un­der­stands.

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O yes, He knows, my Fa­ther knows;
Whate’er my joys, what­e’er my woes,
I place my­self in His dear hands,
For this I know: He un­der­stands.

My Fa­ther knows just why ’tis best
That I some­times should find no rest;
Why I am called thro’ try­ing fires,
Why I’m de­nied my heart’s de­sires.

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My Fa­ther knows just when ’tis best
To call me un­to heav’n­ly rest;
For me to cease my la­bors here,
And dwell with­in His pre­sence dear.

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Then, know­ing that my Fa­ther knows,
I’ll fear no tri­als here, nor foes;
Whatever comes, what­e’er be­fall,
My com­fort is that He knows all.

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