When Troubles Grieve My Weary


When troubles grieve my weary soul,
I tell it all to Jesus;
When cares like billows o’er me roll,
I tell it all to Jesus
I cannot carry them alone,
And so I bear them to the throne,
And Jesus takes them as His own;
I tell it all to Jesus.

I tell it all to Jesus,
I tell it all to Him,
I seek the throne and make it known;
I tell it all to Him.

When foes confront me in the way,
I tell it all to Jesus;
When tempters seek to lead astray,
I tell it all to Jesus.
Because I need a mighty Friend
To help in labors, to defend,
And bring my conflicts to an end,
I tell it all to Jesus.

I tell it all to Jesus,
I tell it all to Him,
I seek the throne and make it known;
I tell it all to Him.

When life’s brief day shall close at last,
I’ll tell it all to Jesus;
And death my sky shall overcast,
I’ll tell it all to Jesus.
The final foe shall not alarm,
For, leaning on His mighty arm,
My soul not death itself can harm,
I’ll tell it all to Jesus.

I’ll tell it all to Jesus,
I’ll tell it all to Him,
I’ll seek the throne and make it known;
I’ll tell it all to Him.