Sing Praise Unto The Lord

 

My Father Planned It All

 

What though the way be lonely,

and dark the shadows fall,
I know wher’er it leadeth,

My Father planned it all.
I sing through the shade

and the sunshine,

I’ll trust Him whatever befall;
I sing for I cannot be silent,

My Father planned it all.

 

There may be sunshine tomorrow,

Shadows may break and flee,
Twill be the way He chooses,

My Father’s plan for me.
I sing through the shade

and the sunshine,

I’ll trust Him whatever befall;
I sing for I cannot be silent,

My Father planned it all.

 

He guides my faltering footsteps,

A–long the weary way;
For well he knows the pathway,

Will lead to endless day.
I sing through the shade

and the sunshine,

I’ll trust Him whatever befall;
I sing for I cannot be silent,

My Father planned it all.

 

A day of light and gladness,

On which no shade will fall;
’Tis this at last awaits me,

My Father planned it all.
I sing through the shade

and the sunshine,

I’ll trust Him whatever befall;
I sing for I cannot be silent,

My Father planned it all.