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Not Knowing.

I know not what will befall me!
God hangs a mist o'er my eyes;
And thus at each step of my onward path
He makes new scenes arise,
And every joy he sends me comes
As a sweet and glad surprise.

I see not a step before me,
As I tread on, another year;
But the past is still in God's keeping,
The future his mercy shall clear,
And what looks dark in the distance
May brighten as I draw near.

For perhaps the dreaded future
Is less bitter than I think;
And the Lord may sweeten the waters
Before I stoop to drink;
Or, if Marah must be Marah,
He will stand beside its brink.

It may be he keeps, waiting
For the coming of my feet,
Some gift of such rare blessedness,