All pensive memories, as I journey on,
Longings for sunshine and for music gone!
Thou knowest all the future—gleams of gladness
By stormy clouds too quickly overcast—
Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness,
And the dark river to be crossed at last:
Oh, what could confidence and hope afford
To tread this path, but this—Thou knowest, Lord!
Thou knowest not alone as God—all-knowing—
As man our mortal weakness thou hast proved