1 Whatever troubles thee,
Tell it to God;
All thy anxiety
Tell it to God;
For ev’ry earthly grief,
This is thy sweet relief,
Tell it to God,
Tell it to God.

2 That pain which none may know,
Tell it to God;
That word which griev’d thee so,
Tell it to God;
Earth has no ready cure,
God’s sympathy is sure,
Tell it to God,
Tell it to God.

3 Hast thou impatient been?
Tell it to God;
Art prone thro’ this to sin?
Tell it to God;
He knows thy weakness all,
Will help thee lest thou fall,
Tell it to God,
Tell it to God.

5 Whate’er may thee befall,
Tell it to God;
Thy grief if great or small,
Tell it to God;
To Him bring each request,
In Him find joy and rest—
Tell it to God,
Tell it to God.