NOBODY KNOWS BUT JESUS
Nobody knows but Jesus:
’Tis but an old refrain;
But it is new to my heart,
Now as it comes again.
’Tis but an old refrain;
But it is new to my heart,
Now as it comes again.
Refrain
Nobody knows but Jesus:
Is it not better so,
That no one else but Jesus,
My own dear Lord, shall know?
Is it not better so,
That no one else but Jesus,
My own dear Lord, shall know?
Nobody knows but Jesus:
’Tis music for today,
And thro’ the hardest trials
Helps me along the way.
’Tis music for today,
And thro’ the hardest trials
Helps me along the way.
Refrain
Burdens might be so heavy
That dear ones could not bear
To know the bitter heartaches,
They could not come and share.
That dear ones could not bear
To know the bitter heartaches,
They could not come and share.
Refrain
Nobody knows but Jesus:
My Lord, I bless Thee now
For the great gift of sorrow,
That no one knows but Thou.
My Lord, I bless Thee now
For the great gift of sorrow,
That no one knows but Thou.
Refrain
‘Nobody knows but Jesus!’
’Tis only the old refrain
Of a quaint, pathetic slave-song,
But it comes again and again.
’Tis only the old refrain
Of a quaint, pathetic slave-song,
But it comes again and again.
I only heard it quoted,
And I do not know the rest;
But the music of the message
Was wonderfully blessed.
And I do not know the rest;
But the music of the message
Was wonderfully blessed.
For it fell upon my spirit
Like sweetest twilight psalm,
When the breezy sunset waters
Die into starry calm.
Like sweetest twilight psalm,
When the breezy sunset waters
Die into starry calm.
‘Nobody knows but Jesus!’
Is it not better so,
That no one else but Jesus,
My own dear Lord, should know?
Is it not better so,
That no one else but Jesus,
My own dear Lord, should know?
When the sorrow is a secret
Between my Lord and me,
I learn the fuller measure
Of His quick sympathy.
Between my Lord and me,
I learn the fuller measure
Of His quick sympathy.
Whether it be so heavy,
That dear ones could not bear
To know the bitter burden
They could not come and share;
That dear ones could not bear
To know the bitter burden
They could not come and share;
Whether it be so tiny,
That others could not see
Why it should be a trouble,
And seem so real to me;
That others could not see
Why it should be a trouble,
And seem so real to me;
Either, and both, I lay them
Down at my Master’s feet,
And find them, alone with Jesus,
Mysteriously sweet.
Down at my Master’s feet,
And find them, alone with Jesus,
Mysteriously sweet.
Sweet, for they bring me closer
To the dearest, truest Friend;
Sweet, for He comes the nearer,
As ’neath the cross I bend;
To the dearest, truest Friend;
Sweet, for He comes the nearer,
As ’neath the cross I bend;
Sweet, for they are the channels
Through which His teachings flow
Sweet, for by these dark secrets
His heart of love I know.
Through which His teachings flow
Sweet, for by these dark secrets
His heart of love I know.
‘Nobody knows but Jesus!’
It is music for to-day,
And through the darkest hours
It will chime along the way.
It is music for to-day,
And through the darkest hours
It will chime along the way.
‘Nobody knows but Jesus!’
My Lord, I bless Thee now
For the sacred gift of sorrow
That no one knows but Thou.
My Lord, I bless Thee now
For the sacred gift of sorrow
That no one knows but Thou.
Frances Ridley Havergal
Loyal Responses, 1878
Loyal Responses, 1878
PAGE DESIGN & CODE © 1996-2014 RICHARD W. ADAMS
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий