THE UNKNOWN FUTURE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 22, 1874

THE UNKNOWN FUTURE.

I know not what may befall me, God hangs a mist o’er my eyes, And before each step of my onward way, He makes new scenes to rise; And every joy he sends me, comes As a sweet and glad surprise.

I see not one step before me, As I trace the days of the year, The past is still in his keeping, The future his presence will cheer; And what seems dark in the distance, May brighten as I draw near.

Perhaps the dreaded future Has less bitter than I think; The Lord may sweeten the waters, Before I stoop to drink; And if Marah must be Marah, He will stand beside the brink.

It may be he has waiting, For the coming of my feet, Some gift of such rare blessedness, Some joy so strangely sweet, That my life can only tremble, With the thanks I cannot speak.

Lo! I go on, not knowing, I would not, if I might; I rather walk with God in the dark, Than go alone in the light; I rather walk with him by faith, Than walk alone by sight.

—Sel.