O Troubled Heart, There Is A Balm
To Heal Thy Every Wound !
In Thy Redeemer’s Bleeding Side
That Balm Alone Is Found.
The Hidden Anguish Of The Soul,
The Burning Tears That Fall,
The Sigh That Rends Thy Aching Breast
Thy Saviour Knows Them All.

Go Where No Ear But His Can Hear,
No Eye But His Can See ;
Has He Not Said That As Thy Day
Even So Thy Strength Shall Be ?
Though Heaven And Earth Should Pass Away,
His Word Can Never Fail,
If Thou By Faith Approach His Throne,
By Faith Thou Shalt Prevail.

Then Why Cast Down ? These Passing Ills,
Thy Path That Sometimes Dim,
Will Work Together For Thy Good
If Thou But Trust In Him
The Many Blessings Of The Past
With Gratitude Recall
Then Tell Thy Sorrows At The Feet
Of Him Who Knows Them All.