1 There's a quiet retreat, where with Jesus I meet,
And my burdens I place in His hands;
Ev'ry sorrow I bear, ev'ry heart-breaking care,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
He knows, (And He understands,)
He knows, (And He understands;)
Ev'ry sorrow I bear, ev'ry heart-breaking care,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
2 When o'ercome by my grief, nothing brings such relief
As the touch of His comforting hands;
Ev'ry burden He bore for my sins o'er and oe'r,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
He knows, (And He understands,)
He knows, (And He understands;)
Ev'ry burden He bore for my sins o'er and oe'r,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
3 When my friends all forsake, and my sad heart would break,
I reach out to His beckoning hands;
They were wounded for me, that thro' faith I might see,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
He knows, (And He understands,)
He knows, (And He understands;)
They were wounded for me, that thro' faith I might see,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
4 Whether weary or sad, whether cheerful or glad,
I will cling to those nail-pierced hands;
For they point day be day to my Home far away,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
He knows, (And He understands,)
He knows, (And He understands;)
For they point day be day to my Home far away,
Jesus knows, and He understands.
Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #100