Go Bury Thy Sorrow, The World Hath Its Share;
Go Bury It Deeply, Go Hide It With Care;
Go Think Of It Calmly, When Curtained By Night;
Go Tell It To Jesus, And All Will Be Right.

Go Tell It To Jesus, He Knoweth Thy Grief;
Go Tell It To Jesus, He’ll Send Thee Relief;
Go Gather The Sunshine He Sheds On The Way:
He’ll Lighten Thy Burden—Go, Weary One, Pray.

Hearts Growing Aweary With Heavier Woe
Now Droop ’Mid The Darkness—Go Comfort Them, Go!
Go Bury Thy Sorrow, Let Others Be Blessed;
Go Give Them The Sunshine, Tell Jesus The Rest.

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