He knows: let this my com­fort be;
He knows the path de­signed for me;
A heal­ing balm for all my woes—
O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows.

Refrain

My pray­er for strength to Him is known,
Tho’ breath­ed in sec­ret and alone;
The wea­ry heart, the tear that flows,
O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows!

The thorns that pierce my wea­ry feet;
The low’ring clouds, the storms that beat;
And then, with bliss of calm re­pose,
O bless­èd thought! my Sav­ior knows.

Refrain

He knows: let this suf­fice for me;
He knows the end I can­not see;
Then let my anx­ious heart be still,
And pa­tient, wait my Sa­vior’s will.

Refrain