Oh
aching heart
with sorrow torn
Thy Lord is near and knows;
He knows it all—the feet way worn
The weary cares and woes
The load of grief in anguish borne
The Lord is near
He knows.
He knows
Thy Lord is near
fainting soul
with doubts oppressed
He knows it all—how thou art pressed
On every side with foes;
He waits to be thy cherished guest;
weary head
that fain would rest
He knows it all
and on His breast
Thou mayest now repose;
Drop every care at His behest
lonely one
live thou thy best
sees every test
Yes
every tear that flows;
Rejoice
faint heart
His way is best
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