It Shall be Well

I know not what of pain or grief

The future has in store

What seas and rivers I must cross,

To gain the heavenly shore.

And yet I go serenely on,

I do not feel afraid,

For God will give, as He has given,

His comfort and His aid.

I know not why He leads my feet

So oft o’er stony ways,

I only know that He in love

Doth portion out my days.

If some be shadowed o’er with pain,

Some dark ‘neath sorrow’s pall,

I know, at last, it shall be well,

And praise Him for them all.

I know not how my Lord will come,

Nor when he will appear.

Will that great hour be long delayed?

Or is it almost here?

But when or how, it matters not,

For this I surely know,

That He shall so return from heaven

As they beheld Him go.

Taken from THE WAY OF LIFE POSTAL BIBLE MAGAZINE August 1970