Life's Lot - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LIFE'S LOT. 
I know not if the dark or bright Shall be my lot, If that wherein my soul delight Be best or not; It may be mine to drag for years Toil's heavy chain, Or day and night, bewet with tears, A bed of pain. 
Chorus. But this I know, where'er I go, There is a hand divine, That holds me still, through every ill, Whatever lot be mine. 
Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee. Or I may dwell alone on earth All strange to me; The dearest friends I have below May all depart, The purest joys may fade and leave An aching heart.-Chorus. 
My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine, And on the helm there rests a hand More strong than mine; One who was known in storms to sail, I have on board, Amid the roaring of the gale I hear my Lord.-Chorus. 
He holds me-though the billows smite, I shall not fall; If sharp 'tis short, if long 'tis light, He tempers all. Safe to the land, safe to the land, The will is this, And then with Him go hand in hand Unto eternal bliss.-Chorus.