Is it a strange thing, br When my heart cannot sing, br When my soul is filled with fear, br When my eyes shed many a tear? br br Is it a strange thing, br When my worries to God I bring, br When joy is turned to sorrow, br When its difficult to face tomorrow? br br Is it a strange thing, br When trouble hurts as a sting, br When my heart is broken in dearth, br When my spirit is cast down to earth? br br No, its not a strange thing at all, br As long as on Him my soul shall call, br Who shall wipe away each tear, br Who shall calm every fear. br br It is a strange thing not to rest, br In Him, of Whom our spirits are blest, br The Healer of the broken heart, br Who, in all our sorrows has a part.