“WHATE’ER thy sin, whate’er thy sorrow be,
Tell all to Jesus. He who looketh where
The weary-hearted weep, still draweth near
To listen fondly to the half-formed prayer,
And read the silent pleading of a tear.
Lose not thy privilege, O silent soul!
Pour out thy sorrow at thy Saviour’s feet!
What outcast spurns the hand that gives the dole?
Oh, let Him hear thy voice! To Him thy voice is sweet.”