The bitter, weary way;

O souls that weep, O souls that pray,

He knows it all.

2 He knows how hard the fight has been,

The clouds that come our lives between,

The wounds the world has never seen--

He knows it all.

3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,

How deep the pain, how near the brink

Of dark despair we pause and shrink--