FATHER, ALTHOUGH I CANNOT SEE

Father, although I cannot see

The future You have planned,

And though the path is sometimes dark

And hard to understand:

Yet give me faith, through joy and pain,

To trace Your loving hand.

When I recall that in the past

Your promises have stood

Through each perplexing circumstance

And every changing mood,

I rest content that all things work

Together for my good.

Whatever, then, the future brings

Of good or seeming ill,

I ask for strength to follow You

And grace to trust You still;

And I would look for no reward,

Except to do Your will