Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest; Cares of today, and burdens for tomorrow, Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed; I come before Thee at Thy gracious word, And lay them at Thy feet: Thou knowest, Lord. Thou knowest all the present: each temptation, Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear; All to myself assigned of tribulation, Or to belov?d ones than self more dear; All pensive memories, as I journey on, Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone. Thou knowest all the future: gleams of gladness By stormy clouds too quickly overcast; Hours of sweet fellowship, and parting sadness, And the dark river to be crossed at last; O what could confidence and hope afford To tread that path, but this, Thou knowest, Lord!