I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me has been made known;
Nor why, unworthy as I am,
He claimed me for His own.
I know not why the lamb of God
Would give his life for me,
Nor how his body in the tomb
Rose up in victory.
But I know whom I have believed;
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.
I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart;
Or how believing in His word
Wrought peace within my heart.
I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin;
Revealing Jesus through 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;
I know not how, or where;
If I shall pass the vale of death,
Or meet Him in the air.
D.W. Whittle, 1840-1901
(Additional lyrics, Jonathan D. Smith, 2025)
