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.

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.

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.

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