1. I know not, the way is so misty,
The joys or the griefs it shall bring;
What clouds are o'er hanging the future,
What flow'rs by the roadside may spring;
But there's One who will journey beside me,
Nor in weal nor in woe will forsake;
And this be my solace and comfort,
"He knoweth the way that I take."

2. I stand where the crossroads are meetings,
And know not the right from the wrong;
No beckoning finger directs me,
No welcome floats to me in song;
But my Guide will soon give me a token,
By wilderness, mountain or lake.
Whatever the darkness about me,
"He knoweth the way that I take."

3. And I know that the way leadeth homeward,
To the land of the pure and the blest;
To the country of ever fair summer,
To the city of peace and of rest;
And there shall be healing for sickness,
And fountains life's fever to slake.
What matter beside? I go onward,
"He knoweth the way that I take."