Songs

God holds the key of all unknown

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					8.4.8.8.4.

1	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.

2	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.”

3	The very dimness of my sight
	Makes me secure;
	For, groping in my misty way,
	I feel His hand: I hear Him say,
	“My help is sure.”

4	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.

5	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.

					Joseph Parker