But God

I know not, but God knows; Oh, blessed rest from fear!All my unfolding daysTo Him are plain and clear.

Each anxious, puzzled "Why?"From doubt or dread that grows, Finds answer in this thought:I know not, but He knows.

I cannot, but God can;Oh, balm for all my care!The burden that I drop His hand will lift and bear.

Though eagle pinions tire,I walk where once I ran, This is my strength to knowI cannot, but He can.

I see not, but God sees;Oh, all sufficient light!My dark and hidden wayTo Him is always bright.

My strained and peering eyes May close in restful ease,And I in peace may sleep;I see not, but He sees.

-Annie Johnson Flint