Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share

Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share,
Go, bury it deeply, go, hide it with care;
Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night;
Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be right,

Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief;
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way;
He'll lighten thy burden — go, weary one, pray.

Hearts growing a-weary with heavier woe
Now droop ‘mid the darkness — go, comfort them, go!
Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.