The little sharp vexations And the briars that catch and fret, Why not take all to the Helper Who had never failed us yet? Tell Him about the heartache And tell Him the longings, too; Tell Him the baffled purpose…
The little sharp vexations And the briars that catch and fret, Why not take all to the Helper Who had never failed us yet? Tell Him about the heartache And tell Him the longings, too; Tell Him the baffled purpose…