I cannot know if good or ill
My future lot enfold ;
But, Lord, I rest in peace, because
Thou dost that future hold.

And though at times my spirit fails,
And weary seems the day,
I grasp Thy hand and follow on
Through all the lonely way.

I care not if the road be rough,
Or filled with flowery ease ;
The hardest road with Thee is smooth;
Without Thee none can please.

I would not, Lord, apart from Thee,
Bright wealth or pleasure choose;
And what I have, I pray Thee now,
For Thine own glory use.

Thus may I trust Thy holy Word,
And follow Thy sweet will;
Assured that in the darkest night
Thou art beside me still.

Frederic R. Marvin