My Father knows the way He takes,
Unseen by mortal eye;
Yet he who walks alone with God,
Like Enoch, knoweth why.
My Father knows the way He takes,
Oh! may His way be mine;
And then together shall we walk,
In fellowship divine.
My Father knows the way He takes,
Which leads me to His rest;
Accepted in His Christ am I,
Chosen, redeemed, and blest.
My Father knows the way He takes,
And whispers, “Thou art Mine”;
Hence, from all care am I relieved,
Because His way’s divine.
My Father knows the way He takes,
Up to His home above;
If rough at times that path should be,
“Faith” knows each step is “Love.”
My Father knows the way He takes,
His glory shines afar;
For, midst earth’s shadows, “Hope” awaits
“The Bright and Morning Star.”
My Father knows the way He takes,
How perfect is that way!
Which leads from this world’s empty dreams
To realms of perfect day.
My Father knows the way He takes,
What joy! ‘Twill not be long;
Then, in the image of His Son,
I’ll sing heaven’s glory song.
S.T