I CANNOT know if good or ill My future lot enfold; But, Lord, I rest in peace, because Thou dost that future hold. And though at times my spirit fails, And weary seems the day, I grasp Thy hand and follow on Through all the lonely way. I care not if the road be rough, Or filled with flowery ease; The hardest road with Thee is smooth; Without Thee none can please. I would not, Lord, apart from Thee, Bright wealth or pleasure choose; And what I have, I pray Thee now, For Thine own glory use. Thus may I trust Thy holy Word, And follow Thy sweet will; Assured that in the darkest night Thou art beside me still. |