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When my soul is oppressed
with the sorrows of life,
And the thought of the morrow alarms;
With my care-laden heart,
then, I flee from the strife,
And I weep out my woes in His arms.
Just to know that He knows,
that my Lord understands,
And His look of compassion to see;
Soothes the pain in my heart,
is a balm for my wounds,
Bringing comfort and peace unto me.
If my best efforts fail,
though my friends may reprove,
When I sigh for their
solace and prayers,
It will work for my good,
if my Savior I love—
He assures me He knows
and He cares.
Just to know that He knows,
that my Lord understands,
And His look of compassion to see;
Soothes the pain in my heart,
is a balm for my wounds,
Bringing comfort and peace unto me.
Though in trial I suffer,
He keeps me content,
Sees before me the dangers prepared;
And in mercy His wisdom
the flames may have sent,
That my soul greater woe
might be spared.
Just to know that He knows,
that my Lord understands,
And His look of compassion to see;
Soothes the pain in my heart,
is a balm for my wounds,
Bringing comfort and peace unto me.
Yes, my failures He knows,
and my sighs, and my tears,
And the depth of my bitterest woes;
By the deep consolation
He brings for my fears,
I am sure that my dear Savior knows.
Just to know that He knows,
that my Lord understands,
And His look of compassion to see;
Soothes the pain in my heart,
is a balm for my wounds,
Bringing comfort and peace unto me.
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12 9 12 9 r 12 9 12 9
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Dates:
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1911
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