My Savior Knows

He knows: let this my com­fort be;

He knows the path de­signed for me;

A heal­ing balm for all my woes—

O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows.

My pray­er for strength to Him is known

Tho’ breathed in sec­ret and alone;

The wea­ry heart

the tear that flows

O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows!

The thorns that pierce my wea­ry feet;

The low’ring clouds

the storms that beat;

And then

with bliss of calm re­pose

O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows.

He knows: let this suf­fice for me;

He knows the end I can­not see;

Then let my anx­ious heart be still

And pa­tient

wait my Sa­vior’s will.