He who has suffered much speaks many tongues.
He can be understood, he understands
The language of countless ones who reach
For sympathy with weak imploring hands;
To each in his own tongue he has the words
That bring the quick relief of tears; he speaks
And suddenly old heavy burdens lift,
And there is hope again for him who seeks.
O you who have grown weary of your load,
Shoulder it bravely again a little while
There will be those who may require of you
Help to go come first bewildering mile
With grief or pain. God will have need of you
As His interpreter that you may tell
Them the hope ahead, of the healing years,
And of his love. Oh learn the language well!