1 Around me and within,
I see the fruit of sin—
The world’s sad heart, it throbs with vague unrest;
But when I look above
To God’s dear face of love,
How sweet to feel my Father knows what’s best!
My Father knows what’s best;
How can I be distrest?
He holds me in the hollow of His hand;
He shields my soul from harm,
From danger and alarm:
I yield myself to His command.
2 When clouds o’erhand my way
And hide the light of day,
When trials throng my spirit to molest,
I look to God in pray’r,
And leave life’s burdens there,
And sing, my Father knows just what is best. [Refrain]
3 My Father loves His own;
And soon before the throne
I’ll taste the joy of His eternal rest;
There will I praise His name,
And all the love proclaim
Of Him who knew just what for me was best. [Refrain]
4 O soul, whoe’er thou art,
With anxious, longing heart!
Be all thy sin and grief to God confest;
Accept his saving grace,
Behold his smiling face,
And trust the One who knows just what is best. [Refrain]
Source: Songs of Summerland #196