NOT KNOWING. KNOW not what shall befall me, And every joy He sends me, comes I see not a step before me, As I tread on another year: But the Past is still in God's keeping- For perhaps the dreaded Future Or, if Marah must be Marah, He will stand beside the brink. It may be He has waiting, For the coming of my feet, Some gift of such rare blessedness, Some joy so strangely sweet, That my lips shall only tremble With the thanks they cannot speak. Oh! restful, blissful ignorance! It keeps me so still in those arms And hushes my soul to rest On the bosom that loves me so. So I go on, not knowing I would not if I might! I would rather walk in the dark with God, I would rather walk with Him by faith My heart shrinks back from trials Yet I never had a sorrow But what the dear Lord chose: With the whispered words.' He knows 1 Stinchcombe parish magazine [afterw.] The parish magazine for ... Cam Glouc, Berkeley Glouc, Stinchcombe |