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.

—Annie Johnson Flint