I may not a­lways know the way,
Wherein God leads my feet,
But this I know, that ’round my path,
His love and wis­dom meet;
And so I rest, con­tent to know,
He leads my feet wher­e’er I go,
And so I rest, con­tent to know,
He leads my feet wher­e’er I go,
Where’er I go.

Sometimes above the path I tread,
The clouds hang dark and low;
But thro’ the gloom, or thro’ the night,
My heart no fear can know;
For close be­side me walks a friend,
Who whis­pers low un­to the end,
For close be­side me walks a friend,
Who whis­pers low unto the end,
Unto the end.

I may not al­ways understand
Just why He sends to me
Some bit­ter grief, some hea­vy loss,
But tho’ I can­not see,
I kneel and whis­per thro’ my tears,
A praye­r for help, and know He hears,
I kneel and whis­per thro’ my tears,
A pray­er for help, and know He hears,
And know He hears.

My cher­ished plans and hopes may fail,
My id­ols turn to dust;
But this I know, my Fa­ther’s love
Is al­ways safe to trust;
These things were dear to me, but still,
Above them all I love His will;
These things were dear to me, but still,
Above them all I love His will,
I love His will.

Oh, pre­cious peace with­in my heart!
O bless­èd rest, to know
A Fa­ther’s love keeps con­stant watch,
Amid life’s ebb and flow;
I ask no more than this, I rest
Content, and know His way is best;
I ask no more than this, I rest
Content, and know His way is best,
His way is best.