p. 826 | I Know Not, Lord by Lucina Moon

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 28, 1913

I Know Not, Lord

By Lucina Moon

LUCINA MOON

I know not, Lord, how dark the night Through which my feet may grope; But this I know, thou art my light, Thy Word my only hope.

I know not, Lord, the devious paths O'er which my way may tend; But this I know, thy Word is sure,— Thou'lt keep me to the end.

I know not, Lord, what I can do To haste this message sweet; But Lord, I consecrate my all, And rest in thee, complete.

And then whate'er thou hast for me Of changes, I'll abide, In storm or calm, in shade or sun, Safe sheltered by thy side.

And when the sheaves are garnered in, And thou, my Lord, dost come, May I be numbered with the blest Who hear the glad “Well done.”

St. Helena, Cal.