_Divine Sympathy._
He knows the bitter, weary way,
The endless striving day by day,
The souls that weep, the souls that pray--
He knows it all.
Ref.--He knows it all,
The bitter, weary way;
O souls that weep, O souls that pray,
He knows it all.
2 He knows how hard the fight has been,
The clouds that come our lives between,
The wounds the world has never seen--
He knows it all.
3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,
How deep the pain, how near the brink
Of dark despair we pause and shrink--
He knows it all.
4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!
For though on earth our joys we miss.
We still can bear it, feeling this--
He knows it all.
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