I CANNOT see, with my small human sight,
Why God should lead this way or that for me ;
I only know He saith, "Child, follow me."
But I can trust.

I know not why my path should be at times
So straitly hedged, so strangely barred before ;
I only know God could keep wide the door.
But I can trust.

I often wonder, as with trembling hand
I cast the seed along the furrowed ground,
If ripened fruit for God will there be found.
But I can trust.

I cannot know why suddenly the storm
Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath ;
But this I know, God watches still my path -
And I can trust.