I cannot but God can, Oh balm for all my care!
The burden that I drop, His hand will lift and bear.
Though eagle pinions tire, I walk where I once ran,
This is my strength to know, I cannot, but He can.
I see not but God sees; Oh all sufficient light!
My dark and hidden way to Him is always bright.
My strained and peering eyes may close in restful ease,
And I in peace may sleep; I see not but He sees.
I know not but God knows; Oh blessed rest from fear!
All my unfolding days to Him are plain and clear.
Each anxious puzzled “Why?” from doubt and dread that grows,
Finds answer in this thought: I know not, but He knows.
Annie Johnson Flint