Classic Poem

I do not know what next may come
Across my pilgrim way,
I do not know tomorrow's road,
Nor see beyond today;
But this I know—My Saviour knows
The path I cannot see,
And I can trust His wounded hand
To guide and care for me.

I do not know what may befall
Of sunshine or of rain,
I do not know what may be mine
Of pleasure and of pain;
But this I know—my Saviour knows,
And whatsoe'er it be,
Still I can trust His love to give
What is best for me.