I tell Him all; it is so sweet
To lay my burden at His feet,
My trust He’ll not betray;
I know He hears my prayer in song,
My whisper ’mid the busy throng,
Bethel ’long the way.
I tell him all—sin, grief, desire,
He’ll not my trust betray;
He’ll stay by me thro’ trial’s fire,
And keep me all the way.
Amid earth’s storms and gloom and strife,
When secret trials pierce the life
Like thorns within the soul,
Jesus then sees my every loss—
He knows He fainted ’neath the cross,
And cheers tho’ tempests roll.
How blest to know He’ll guide and keep,
As shepherds guard the helpless sheep,
In tones both soft and loud;
And tho’ Christ sometimes seems to wait,
He never yet gave help too late
To golden line each cloud.