HE KNOWETH OUR WAY

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Sep 20, 1883

HE KNOWETH OUR WAY.

I know not—the way is so misty— The joys or the griefs it shall bring; What clouds are o'erhanging the future, What flowers by the roadside shall spring. But there's One that shall journey beside me, Nor in weal nor in woe me forsake, And this is my solace and comfort— "He knoweth the way that I take."

I stand where the cross-roads are meeting, And know not the right from the wrong; No beckoning fingers direct me, No welcome floats to me in song. But my guide will soon give me a token By wilderness, mountain, or lake, Whatever the darkness about me, "He knoweth the way that I take."

And I know that the way leadeth homeward To the land of the pure and the blest, To the country of ever-fair summer, To the city of peace and of rest, And there shall be healing for sickness, And fountains life's fever to slake; What matters beside? I go homeward; "He knoweth the way that I take."

—Selected.