My Father Knows

He knows the bitter, weary way,

The endless striving day by day,

The souls that weep, the souls that pray;

My Father knows, my Father knows.

He knows when faint and worn we sink,

How deep the pain, how near the brink,

Of dark despair we pause and shrink;

My Father knows, my Father knows.

He knows how hard the fight has been,

The clouds that come our lives between,

The wounds the world has never seen;

My Father knows, my Father knows.

He knows! O heart, take up thy cross,

And know earth’s treasures are but dross,

And all will prove as gain, not loss;

My Father knows, my Father knows.

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