My Comfort

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 11, 1903

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.

What if to-morrow's cares were here, Without the rest? 'Tis better to unlock the day, And as the hours swing open, say, “Thy will be best.”

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.”

I can not read his future plan, But this I know: I have the smiling of his face, And all the refuge of his grace, While here below.

Enough. This covers all my want, And so I rest. For what I can not, he can see, And in his care I sure shall be Forever blest.

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