# 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. * Refrain: 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. # 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. # 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