One faithful voice doth promise sure relief.
Whate’er thy sin, whate’er thy sorrow be,
Tell all to Jesus. He looketh where
The weary-hearted weep, and draweth near
To listen fondly to the half-formed prayer,
Or read the silent pleading of a tear.
Lose not thy privilege, O silent soul;
Pour out thy sorrow at thy Savior’s feet.
What outcast spurns the hand that gives the dole?
Oh, let Him hear thy voice; to Him thy voice is sweet.”