Go, bury thy sorrow, The world hath 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.