1 O troubled heart, One walks beside thee
When thou art weary and sore distress’d.
Along thy pathway He fain would guide thee
When many trials thy soul hath press’d.

Chorus:
He does it all because He loves thee,
No matter what thy lot may be.
His watchful eye sleeps not above thee;
What He alloweth is best for thee.

2 O weary heart, thy understanding
Hath failed to fathom the reason why
Thy cherished plan and Thy fond ambitions
So oft must perish and often die. [Chorus]

3 O fainting heart, thy Father loves thee,
Tho’ oft His planning may seem obscure.
Within His heart thou art not forgotten;
His arms of mercy hold thee secure. [Chorus]