1 The path lies hid behind the veil,
I know not where it leads;
But I can trust, where sight doth fail,
My Father knows my needs;
I will not murmur nor repine,
Nor choose another, easier way,
For thro’ the mist the sun will shine
Upon my path again, some day.
The way He leads is best for me,
Tho’ often times I cannot see
Just why it winds o’er thorny hill;
But this I know, He loves me still.
2 Myself, with hope, ambitions grand,
I lay at Jesus’ feet,
An empty vessel in His hand,
For His own use made meet;
I’ll trust in Him, my Lord divine,
And do His pleasure day by day,
And humbly cry, “Thy will, not mine,”
As I His gracious call obey. [Chorus]
3 Some day my earthly path will wend
From darkness into light;
My faith and hope shall have an end,
Be changed to blissful sight;
Forgotten then each pain shall be,
These tear dimmed eyes shall then be dry,
For I my blessed Lord shall see,
And live and reign with Him on high. [Chorus]
Born: November 19, 1885, Stord Island (near Bergen), Norway.
Died: August 18, 1959, Aspen, Colorado.
Buried: Floral Hills Cemetery, Kansas City, Missouri.
Virginia Rose Golden
Rev. H. N. Lines
Lillenas emigrated to America as a child; his family settled first in South Dakota, then moved to Oregon in 1889. He attended Deets Pacific Bible College in Los Angeles, California (later renamed to Pasadena College); studied music at the Siegel-Myers School of Music in Chicago, Illinois; and received an honorary Docto… Go to person page >