What tho’ the way be lonely and dark
the shadows fall; I know where’er it leadeth,
my Father planned it all.
I sing thro’ the shade and the sunshine,
I’ll trust him whatever befall;
I sing for I cannot be silent.
My Father planned it all.
There may be sunshine tomorrow, shadows may
break and flee; ’twill be the way he chooses,
the Father’s plan for me.
He guides my faltering footsteps along the
weary way, for well he knows the pathway
will lead to endless day.
