We Cannot Understand Why This Is Best

We cannot understand
Why this is best;
We tightly clasp His hand
And leave the rest.

When He, who knoweth all,
Sends grief and woe;
We can but trust and say,
“He wills it so!”

His love is mightier far
Than we can guess;
His thoughts toward us are
All tenderness.

He is our loving Lord,
Our Father dear!
He knows our every want;
Why should we fear?

Then, though our hearts are sad,
We still can pray,
And He will make us glad
In His own day.