Go bury thy sorrow, the world has its share;
Go bury it deeply, go hide it with care;
Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night,
Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be right.

Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief,
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way;
He'll lighten thy burden, go, weary one, pray.

Hearts growing a weary with heavier woe
Now droop 'mid the darkness - go comfort them, go;
Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine - tell Jesus the rest.