For the weight of added burdens
Haunted, pressed me day by day,
Mourners I had failed to comfort.
Sinners who had turned away.
Haunted, pressed me day by day,
Mourners I had failed to comfort.
Sinners who had turned away.
Questions that I yearned to answer
Seeking vainly for the truth,
Problems that had never vexed me
In the happy days of youth.
Seeking vainly for the truth,
Problems that had never vexed me
In the happy days of youth.
Yet I know no pain is fruitless
And no work is vainly wrought,
If it serves to bring us nearer
To our Lord in deed and thought.
And no work is vainly wrought,
If it serves to bring us nearer
To our Lord in deed and thought.
And I know, despite Life's mysteries,
Secrets that must baffle man,
Naught shall mar the final victory
Of the great "Eternal Plan."
Secrets that must baffle man,
Naught shall mar the final victory
Of the great "Eternal Plan."
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