But God (By: Annie Johnson Flint)

I know not, but God knows; Oh, blessed rest from fear! All my unfolding days To Him are plain and clear. Each anxious, puzzled "Why?" From doubt or dread that grows, Finds answer in this thought; I know not, but He knows. I cannot, but God can; Oh, balm for all my care! The burden that I drop His hand will lift and bear, Though eagle pinions tire -- I walk where once I ran -- This is my strength, to know I cannot, but God can. I see not, but God sees; Oh, all-sufficient light! My dark and hidden way To Him is always bright. My strained and peering eyes May close in restful ease, And I in peace may sleep; I see not, but He sees.

But God (By: Annie Johnson Flint)