Dread not the things that are ahead,The burdens great, the sinking sands,The thorns that o’er the path are spread,God holds the future in His hands.
God holds the future in His handsAnd every heart He understands.On Him depend,He is your Friend,He holds the future in His hands.
We know not what tomorrow hides,Of sun or storm or good or ill;We only know His dear hand guides,And He will be our Father still.
His hand created earth and sky,The zephyrs and the storms that rage,And years to come and years gone byTo Him are but an open page.
Live close to Him and trust His love,Assured that while on earth we roam,Whate’er may come, He bends aboveTo guide His children safely home.
I know not what the future hathOf marvel or surprise,Assured alone that life and deathGod’s mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weakTo bear an untried pain,The bruised reed He will not break,But strengthen and sustain.
No offering of my own I have,Nor works my faith to prove;I can but give the gifts He gave,And plead His love for love.
And so beside the silent seaI wait the muffled oar;No harm from Him can come to meOn ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands liftTheir fronded palms in air;I only know I cannot driftBeyond His love and care.
Tomorrow, Lord, is ThineLodged in Thy sovereign hand;And if its sun arise and shine,It shines by Thy command.
The present moment flies,And bears our life away;O make Thy servants truly wise,That they may live today.
Since on this wingèd hourEternity is hung,Waken, by Thine almighty power,The agèd and the young.
One thing demands our care,O be it still pursued;Lest, slighted once, the season fairShould never be renewed.
To Jesus may we flySwift as the morning light,Lest life’s young golden beam should dieIn sudden, endless night.