Our Father! Through the Coming Year

Our Fa­ther! through the com­ing year

We know not what shall be

But we would leave with­out a fear

Its or­der­ing all to Thee.

It may be we shall toil in vain

For what the world holds fair

And all its good we thought to gain

Deceive

and prove but care.

It may be it shall dark­ly blend

Our love with anx­ious fears

And snatch away the val­ued friend

The tried of ma­ny years.

It may be it shall bring us days

And nights of ling­er­ing pain

And bid us take our fare­well gaze

Of these loved haunts of men.

But calm­ly

Lord

on Thee we rest;

No fears our trust shall move;

Thou know­est what for each is best

And Thou art per­fect love.