First Line: Precious thought my Father knoweth,

Precious thought-----my Father knoweth !
In His love I rest ;
For whate'er my Father doeth
Must be always best ;
Well I know the heart that planneth
Naught but good for me ;
Joy and sorrow interwoven,
Love in all I see.

2 Precious thought----my Father knoweth !
Careth for His child ;
Bids me nestle closer to Him,
When the storms beat wild;
Though my earthly hopes are shattered,
And the teardrops fall,
Yet He is Himself my solace,
Yea, my all in all.

3 Oh to trust Him then more fully !
Just to simply move
In the conscious calm enjoyment
Of the Father's love ; [way
Knowing that life's chequered path-
Leadeth to His rest ;
Satisfied the way He taketh
Must be always best.