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HE KNOWETH BEST

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 31, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 44.

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HE KNOWETH BEST.

By E. E. Miles

HE knoweth best; I can not tell Why He doth lead me so, Why mist, and cloud, and darkness hide The steps where I must go; But, "This way, child, lies Canaan's rest," He whispers oft, who knoweth best.
He knoweth best; I can not see Ofttimes His guiding hand; What hidden purposes are His I may not understand; But of His goodness I'll attest, And trust Him, for He knoweth best.
He knoweth best; my heart's desire Perhaps would only prove An idol I would fondly shrine Between Him and my love. Tho He denies my heart's request, 'Twill be because He knoweth best.
He knoweth best; perhaps for me Are weary hours of pain; Life's bitterest cup of grief may be Held for my lips to drain; Tho He permits this fiery test, I'll trust Him still, He knoweth best.
He knoweth best; thus all along I'll let Him choose for me; With Him to lead I will not fear, Tho dark the way may be. So peace shall come into my breast The while I sing, "He knoweth best." —E. E. Miles.