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NOT KNOWING.
Some joy so strangely sweet,
That my lips can only tremble
With the thanks I cannot speak.

Oh restful, blissful ignorance!
'T is blessed not to know:
It stills me in those mighty arms
Which will not let me go,
And sweetly hushes my soul to rest
On the bosom which loves me so!

So I go on, not knowing:
I would not if I might;
I would rather walk in the dark with God,
Than go alone in the light,
I would rather walk with Him in faith
Than walk alone by sight.

My heart shrinks back from trials,
Which the future may disclose,
Yet I never had a sorrow
But what the dear Lord chose;
So I send the coming tears back,
With the whispered word, "He knows."

AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,
150 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK.