I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why unworthy, Christ in love,
Redeemed me for His own.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His word
Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin,
Revealing Jesus thru the word,
Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair;
Nor if I’ll walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

But "know whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day."