I cannot understand the turn of Your hands.
All Your ways are past finding out.
And the silence I fear is all that I hear.
Though the trials of my heart befall me,
keep me calling.
Chorus:
Yet will I praise,
yet will I trust You for tomorrow.
Yet will I hope,
yet will I love You, joy or sorrow.
Come the darkest nights or the sweetest days.
Yet will I praise.
Though I carry this hurt,
I'll speak of Your works.
And remember Your faithfulness.
I will sing of Your peace
in the midst of my grief.
And though my heart cries out for Your compassion with abandoned.
Chorus:
All Your ways are past finding out.
And the silence I fear is all that I hear.
Though the trials of my heart befall me,
keep me calling.
Chorus:
Yet will I praise,
yet will I trust You for tomorrow.
Yet will I hope,
yet will I love You, joy or sorrow.
Come the darkest nights or the sweetest days.
Yet will I praise.
Though I carry this hurt,
I'll speak of Your works.
And remember Your faithfulness.
I will sing of Your peace
in the midst of my grief.
And though my heart cries out for Your compassion with abandoned.
Chorus: