Thou knowest, Lord, the
weariness and sorrow
Of the sad heart that comes to
Thee for rest;
Cares of today, and burdens for
tomorrow,
Blessings implored, and sins to
be confessed;
I come before Thee at Thy
gracious word,
And lay them at Thy feet: Thou
knowest, Lord.
Thou knowest
all the present: each
temptation,
Each toilsome duty, each
foreboding fear;
All to myself assigned of
tribulation,
Or to belovèd ones than self
more dear;
All pensive memories, as I
journey on,
Longings for vanished smiles and
voices gone.
Thou knowest all the future:
gleams of gladness
By stormy clouds too quickly
overcast;
Hours of sweet fellowship, and
parting sadness,
And the dark river to be crossed
at last;
O what could confidence and hope
afford
To tread that path, but this,
Thou knowest, Lord!
