I know not what of trial or of joy
May lie before me in the untrod way;
But this I know: sufficient grace is mine
For each succeeding day.
I know not whether there may partings be,
The rending of earth's ties that are so sweet;
But this I know, that rest for breaking hearts
Is found at Jesus' feet.
I know not whether I shall serve Him where
The praise of man sheds glamour over toil,
Or, in the lonely field of faith and prayer,
Wait for the share of spoil.
I know not!—Yet I know that He plans all,
All that God chooseth is forever best;
And this He gives to those who only seek
His will, and in Him rest.