While Time Is Spent

I do not ask

I would not know

What Time is bring­ing me;

I on­ly pray

come weal or woe

That I may faith­ful be.

Where He doth lead I’ll fol­low on

Whate’er the cost may be;

And in the dawn­ing that awaits

I shall His glo­ry see.

The fu­ture in God’s keep­ing lies

The past He doth com­mand;

To Him I lift my fear­less eyes

Nor ask to un­der­stand.

Under the sha­dow of His wings

I lodge while Time is spent

And glo­ri­fy the word that brings

The sec­ret of con­tent.