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GOD HOLDS THE KEY

God holds the key of all unknown,
And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if he trusted it to me,
I might be sad.

What if to-morrow’s cares were here,
Without its rest?
Rather would I unlock the day,
And as the hours swing open, say
“Thy will is best.”

The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel his hand—I hear him say,
“My help is sure.”

I see not all his future plans;
But this I know,
I have the smiling of his face,
And all the refuge of his grace,
While here below.

Enough! this covers all my want,
And so I rest;
For what I cannot, he can see,
And in his care I sure shall be
Forever blest.

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— September 15, 1895 —