GOD knows—not I—the devious way

Wherein my faltering feet must tread.

Before into the light of day

My steps from out this gloom are led.

And since my Lord the path doth see,

What matter if ‘tis hid from me?

God knows—not I—how sweet accord

Shall grow at length from out this clash

Of earthly discords which have jarred

On soul and sense; I hear the crash,

Yet feel and know that on His ear

Breaks harmony—full, deep and clear.

God knows—not I—why, when I’d fain

Have walked in pastures green and fair,

The path He pointed me hath lain

Through rocky deserts bleak and bare.

I blindly trust—since ‘tis His will—

This way lies safety, that way ill.

His perfect plan I may not grasp,

Yet I can trust Love Infinite,

And with my feeble fingers clasp

The hand which leads me into light.

My soul upon His errand goes—

The end I know not—but God knows.

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