Hereafter thou shalt know; in this I rest,
Since Thou hast willed it so, whose will is best;
I walk by faith; what though I do not see?
Thou seest all; this is enough for me.

And so I stand and wait, till Thou shalt ope
Into the light the gate; with glow­ing hope
That bright­er than my bright­est thought shall be
The full un­fold­ing of Thy love to me.

Meanwhile, I can­not tell why things are so;
But this, Thou do­est well, I sure­ly know.
The clouds may veil the sun, and tears mine eyes;
Still reigns my Lord beyond these cur­tained skies.

And so I qui­et my heart as on Thy breast;
That Thou my Fa­ther art lulls me to rest;
A wea­ry child, on Thee my soul is stilled;
Do as Thou wilt, for Thou the best hast willed.

Have Thine own way with me; all things per­form
If in the calm I be, or in the storm;
How sweet, when cloud and storm are ov­er­past,
Just to be home, and with my God at last.