He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief,
He knoweth when to send thee quick relief.
Be thou content.
Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows,
Thy secret sighs He hears full well,
What to none else thou dar'st disclose,
To Him thou mayst with boldness tell;
He is not far away, but ever nigh,
And answereth willingly the poor man's cry.
Be thou content.