His Way Is Best

I know not whe­ther joy or tears

Shall wait me in the com­ing years;

In God’s own hand are all my ways:

He knows the mea­sure of my days.

I’m in His care

this much I know

And won­drous bless­ings ’round me flow;

He leads me in the bet­ter way

That ends in Heav­en some sweet day.

Much suf­fer­ing oft He deem­eth best

To draw me clos­er to His breast;

But when the sleep­less nights are long

He fills my soul with joy­ful song.

God’s word stands fast

and it is true

That if His bless­èd will I do

There is in Heav’n for me a place

And I shall one day see His face.