1  God holds the key to 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,

          Forever blest.