Thou Knowest, Lord by Jane Borthwick

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 14, 1907

Thou Knowest, Lord

By Jane Borthwick

THOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest; Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed; We come before Thee at Thy gracious word, And lay them at Thy feet: Thou knowest, Lord.

THOU knowest all the past: how long and blindly On the dark mountains the lost wand'rer strayed; How the Good Shepherd followed, and how kindly He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid; And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain, And brought back life, and hope, and strength again.

THOU knowest, not alone as God, all-knowing; As Man, our mortal weakness Thou hast proved: On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, O Saviour, Thou hast wept, and Thou hast loved; And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.

THEREFORE we come, Thy gentle call obeying, And lay our sins and sorrows at Thy feet; On everlasting strength our weakness staying, Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete; Then rising and refreshed, we leave Thy throne, Then follow on to know as we are known.

— Jane Borthwick.