What tho' the way be lonely, And dark the shadows fall; I know where'er it leadeth, My Father planned it all. I sing thro' the shade and sunshine, And trust Him whate'er befall; His way is best—it leads to rest; My Father planned it all. 2 The sun may shine tomorrow, The shadows break and flee; 'Twill be the way He chooses,— The Father's plan for me. 3 He guides my halting footsteps Along the weary way, For well He knows the pathway Will lead to endless day. 4 A day of light and gladness On which no shade will fall; 'Tis this at last awaits me— My Father planned it all.