I praise Thee, blessed God,
For ways I cannot trace-
For all the wisdom of Thy Word,
The glories of Thy grace.

I know that all is well-
'Tis meet that faith be tried;
Tis mine Thy faithfulness to tell-
My footsteps Thou wilt guide.

Sustain me lest I fall;
Direct Thou still my feet,
That I may give Thee thanks for all,
The bitter as the sweet.

I'll praise Thee, blessed God,
For ways I cannot trace-
Thy goodness, power, love and truth
The glories of Thy grace.

H. K. B.