Let us go quietly to God
when trouble comes to us
Let us never stop to whimper
or complain and fret and fuss
Let us hide our thorns in roses
and our sighs in golden song
And our crosses in a crown of smiles
whenever things go wrong
For no one can really help us
as our troubles we bemoan
For Comfort Help and Inner Peace
Must come From God Alone
So do not tell your neighbor
your companion or your friend
In the hope that they can help you
bring your troubles to an end
For they too have thier problems
they are burdened just like you
So take your Cross to Jesus
and He will see you through
And waste no time in crying
on the shoulder of a friend
But go directly to the Lord
for on Him you can depend
For there's absolutely Nothing
that his mighty hand can't do
And he never is too busy
to help and comfort you.