I know not now, but Jesus knows, why shadows
Shut out the light;
Why treasures we deemed deathless, felt so soon
The touch of blight;
Why hearts we leaned our own against, believing
That truth held sway,
Crushed our fond trusting love with drear deceiving,
Darkening our way.
I cannot tell; but God the why and wherefore
May yet disclose;
He doeth all things well, and therefore
He surely knows.
Shut out the light;
Why treasures we deemed deathless, felt so soon
The touch of blight;
Why hearts we leaned our own against, believing
That truth held sway,
Crushed our fond trusting love with drear deceiving,
Darkening our way.
I cannot tell; but God the why and wherefore
May yet disclose;
He doeth all things well, and therefore
He surely knows.
Much, much there is to our poor human vision,
Shrouded in gloom;
Much that when questioned by our weak decision
Seems saddest doom.
Many the treasures that we mourn, departed
From our fond hold,
Leaving us desolate, and broken-hearted,
With griefs untold.
We cannot fathom yet the why and wherefore
Of joys or woes,
But our dear Lord does ever right, and therefore
His wisdom knows.
Shrouded in gloom;
Much that when questioned by our weak decision
Seems saddest doom.
Many the treasures that we mourn, departed
From our fond hold,
Leaving us desolate, and broken-hearted,
With griefs untold.
We cannot fathom yet the why and wherefore
Of joys or woes,
But our dear Lord does ever right, and therefore
His wisdom knows.
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