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 sunshine,
And trust Him whate'er befall;
His way is best—it leads to rest;
My Father planned it all.
2 The sun may shine tomorrow,
The shadows break and flee;
'Twill be the way He chooses,—
The Father's plan for me.
3 He guides my halting footsteps
Along the weary way,
For well He knows the pathway
Will lead to endless day.
4 A day of light and gladness
On which no shade will fall;
'Tis this at last awaits me—
My Father planned it all.