This I Know by C. E. Wells.

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 23, 1908

This I Know

By C. E. Wells.

I do not know how Thou, O Lord, Didst ope my eyes, and set me free; But this I know, as I was blind With dark despair, that now I see.

I do not know how Thou, my Lord, Didst still that storm on Galilee; But this I know, the tempest wild Within my heart, Thou calmst for me.

I can not see what will avail When I have toiled all night in vain, But if Thou bidst me cast my nets, I know it will be naught but gain.

I may not always understand Just why and how Thou leadest me, Why “darkly” through the glass we gaze; But this I know, that then I’ll see.

So help us, Lord, to question not, But trust Thee, even if Thou “slay;” For, “we shall know as we are known, When all the mists have rolled away.”

— C. E. Wells.