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I sat in the school of sorrow
the Master was teaching there
but, my eyes were dim with weeping
and my heart was heavy with care.

I could not learned my lesson
and say, “thy will be done”
and the Master came not near me,
as each weary day passed on.

Instead of looking upward
and seeing his face divine
so full of tenderness compassion
for he take care of weary hearts like mine.

I thought only of the burden
the cross that before me lay
so hard and heavy to carry
that it darkened the light of the day.

At last in my pain and sorrow
I look from the cross above
and I saw the Master watching
and his eyes glow of compassionate love.

You may not learned the lesson
‘Tis enough for thee to know
that I am the master and teacher
and give thee this cup of woe.

As I gazed at his face before me
I thought I heard him say,
“My child, you must bear the burden
And learn thy task today.”

I lost that weary sorrow
once I look at his face divine
gave me the power to trust him 
to say once again, “thy will not mine.”

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