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