God understands; it is sweet to know
When we are tired and when the hand of pain
Lies on our hearts, and when we look in vain
For human comfort, that the Heart Divine
Still understands those cares of yours and mine.
Not only understands, but day by day,
Lives with us while we tread the earthly way,
Bears with us all our weariness, and feeels
The shadow of the faintest cloud that steals
Across our sunshine, even learns again
The depth and bitterness of human pain.
There is no sorrow that He will not share,
No cross, no burden for our hearts to bear
Without His help; no care of ours too small
To cast on Jesus; Let us tell Him all,
Lay at His Feet the story of our woes,
And in His sympathy find sweet repose.
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