God Holds The Key

God holds the key of all unknown,

And I am glad;

If other hands should hold the key,

Or if He trusted it to me,

I might be sad, I might be sad.

What if tomorrow'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, My will is best."

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, My help is sure."

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, while here below.

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,

Forever blest, forever blest.