O troubled heart, there is a balm To heal thy every wound ! In thy Redeemer's bleeding side That balm alone is found. The hidden anguish of the soul, The burning tears that fall, The sigh that rends thy aching Breast---- Thy Saviour knows them all.
2. Go where no ear but His can hear, No eye but His can see ; Has He not said that as thy day E'en so thy strength shall be ? Though heaven and earth should pass away, His Word can never fail, If thou by faith approach His throne, By faith thou shalt prevail.
3. Then why cast down ? these passing ills, Thy path that sometimes dim, Will work together for thy good If thou but trust in Him : The many blessings of the past With gratitude recall ; Then tell thy sorrows at the feet Of Him who knows them all.