Thou Knowest

by John Henry Kurzenknabe

Thou, Lord, knowest them that are Thine,
Their thoughts are revealed to Thine ear;
Our hearts, how they grieve and repine,
Thou knowest our trials and fear.

I stand where the pathways divide,
And know not the race I must run;
I tremble which way to decide,
And feel myself lost and undone.

Thy counsel, so precious, so sweet,
Shall point me the way I must take;
Whatever obstructions I meet,
Thy presence will never for sake.

Chorus

Thou knowest from whence, — and the way;
And trusting my Saviour and Guide,
I shall reach the portals of day,
And with Thee, dear Saviour, abide.