1 I know not what He’ll give me
In the year that is dawning now;
But already the light of His promise breaks,
And brightens its ruddy brow.
Already my heart is singing,
And carolling Hope’s glad song;
And tho’ in the future dark clouds may rise,
They’ll scatter a gain ere long.
2 I know not what He’ll give me
But I know He will give His grace;
I know I shall walk in His favour still,
In the light of His smiling face.
I know He will give His counsel;
I know He will give His care;
I know He will give me His gracious ear,
And bow to my ev’ry pray’r.
3 Perhaps, by His Holy Spirit,
He will give me a nearer view
Of the Promis’d Land, where the honey flows,
And the years are ever new.
Will give me to see new beauties,
New wonders and joys untold,
As I turn the page of His sacred Word,
And His secret thoughts unfold.
4 Perhaps He will give a message,
A message that I may bear,—
A message that tells of a Father’s love,
To the lone one in despair.
Perhaps He will let me serve Him,
And give me a work to do,—
A place in the fields where the harvest waits,
And the reapers are but few.
5 I know not what He’ll give m
In the year that is dawning now;
Enough that the light of His promise breaks,
And brightens its ruddy brow.
Come sorrow, or laughing pleasure,
The harp, or the smiting rod,
Whatever He gives will be ever best,
The gift of a faithful God!
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #101