All, All is Known to Thee

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path.

– Psalm 142:3

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My God, whose gracious pity I may claim,
Calling thee Father, sweet, endearing name!
The sufferings of this weak and weary frame,
All, all are known to Thee.

From human eye ‘t is better to conceal
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel;
But oh! the thought does tranquillize and heal, –
All, all is known to Thee.

Each secret conflict with indwelling sin,
Each sickening fear I ne’er the prize shall win,
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, –
All, all are known to Thee.

Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, –
Each drop that fills my daily cup; thy hand
Prescribes for ills none else can understand.
All, all is known to Thee.

Nor will the bitter draught distasteful prove,
When I recall the Son of the dear love;
The cup thou wouldst not for our sakes remove,
That cup he drank for me.

And welcome, precious can his Spirit make
My little drop of suffering for his sake.
Father, the cup I drink, the path I take, –
All, all is known to Thee.

– Adelaide L. Newton