What a blessèd thing to know,
As thro’ life we onward go,
That some day we’ll know
The wherefore and the why;
God will wipe away all tears,
Banish all our doubts and fears,
When we go to dwell
With Je­sus by and by.

If we’ve struggled on in vain,
And we’ve suffered untold pain,
Making life seem almost
More than we can bear;
Tho’ our hearts are broken now,
When before God’s throne we bow,
We shall know the why
And wherefore over there.

Tho’ our loved ones have gone home,
Leaving us here all alone,
And we feel that we, too,
Willingly would die;
We may think God is unjust,
But when we are dust to dust,
We shall understand
The wherefore and the why.

Ah, our heav’nly Fa­ther knows
Every little wind that blows,
And He knows just what
Is best for you and I;
He sees the sparrow fall,
He will guide us safe thro’ all,
And some day we’ll know
The wherefore and the why.