And I am glad ;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
2 What if to-morrow's cares were here
Without its rest !
I'd rather He unlocked the day ;
And, as the hours swing open, say,
My will is best.
3 The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure ;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand ; I hear Him say,
My help is sure.
4 I cannot read His future plans ;
But this I know :
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace,
While here below.
5 Enough ! this covers all my wants,
And so I rest !
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
For ever blest.