The Lord Is Our Trust

I know not where the path may lead

How dark the way that I must tread;

My feet may walk on frag­rant mead

Or midst deep bogs that ’round them spread.

But this I know

whate’er be­tide

I need not fear nor walk alone;

I still may have One at my side

And feel my hand with­in His own.

I may not have strength of my own

To do the task be­fore me laid;

Heart shrink to make the fight alone

Against the foe I see ar­rayed.

But this I know

whate’er the task

Or foe that seeks my soul’s alarm

I need not fear; I need but ask

The help­ful strength of His strong arm.

I may not know what waits the day

Nor part the veil that hangs be­tween;

I may not glimpse one gold­en ray

Upon the fur­ther dist­ant scene.

But this I know

if with my best

I played the part I had to play

’Tis safe to leave to Him the rest

For His own time

in His own way.