I know not where the path may lead, How dark the way that I must tread; My feet may walk on fragrant mead, Or midst deep bogs that ’round them spread. Refrain But this I know, whate’er betide, I need not fear nor walk alone; I still may have One at my side, And feel my hand within His own. I may not have strength of my own, To do the task before me laid; Heart shrink to make the fight alone Against the foe I see arrayed. Refrain But this I know, whate’er the task, Or foe that seeks my soul’s alarm, I need not fear; I need but ask The helpful strength of His strong arm. Refrain I may not know what waits the day, Nor part the veil that hangs between; I may not glimpse one golden ray Upon the further distant scene. Refrain But this I know, if with my best I played the part I had to play, ’Tis safe to leave to Him the rest, For His own time, in His own way. Refrain