1. When the twilight's softly stealing
O'er the busy scenes of day,
Quiet shadows near me linger,
And I long to steal away
Where the whippoorwill is calling
And the evening's sweet repose
Seems to whisper softly, gently,
"Child of sorrows, Jesus knows."
2. Jesus know the deepest longings
And the sorrows of thy heart;
Why dost thou not fully trust him
Cease thy weeping, do thy part?
What tho' clouds may round thee gather
Darker trials day by day?
In thy dreams bright angels whisper,
"Child of sorrows, watch and pray."