O aching heart, with sorrow torn

O 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,
Thy Lord is near:... He knows.

O fainting soul, with doubts oppressed,
Thy Lord is near and knows!
He knows it all — how thou art pressed
On every side with foes,
He waits to be thy cherished Guest;
Thy Lord is near:... He knows.

O weary head, that fain would rest,
Thy Lord is near and knows!
He knows it all, and on His breast
Thou raayest now repose;
Drop every care at His behest;
Thy Lord is near: He knows.

O lonely one, live thou thy best,
Thy Lord is near and knows!
He knows it all, sees every test —
Yes, every tear that flows:
Rejoice, faint heart, His way is best;
Thy Lord is near: He knows.