I know as my life grows older, And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank of wrong, somewhere There lies the root of right; That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is – is best.
I know that each sinful action, As sure as the night brings shade, Is somewhere, sometime punished, Though the hour be long delayed. I know that the soul is sided Sometimes by the heart’s unrest, And to grow means often to suffer – But whatever is – is best.
I know there are no errors In the great Eternal plan, And all things work together For the final good of man. And I know as my soul speeds onward, In its grand Eternal quest, I shall say as I look back earthward, Whatever is – is best.