I CANNOT see, with my small human sight,

Why God should lead this way or that for me;

I only know He saith, “Child, follow me.”

But I can trust.

I know not why my path should be at times

So straitly hedged, so strangely barred before;

I only know God could keep wide the door.

But I can trust.

I often wander, as with trembling hand

I cast the seed along the furrowed ground.

If ripened fruit for God will there be found.

But I can trust.

Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath;

But this I know, God watches still my path—

And I can trust.

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