What he suffered he told but few,
He did not deserve what he went through,
Tired and weary he made no fuss,
But tried so hard to stay with us.
 
A silent grief that’s in our hearts,
No human eye can trace,
For many a broken heart is hid,
Beneath a smiling face.
 
Pray for us, O dearest father,
To Jesus Christ, Our King,
That He may bless our lonely home
Where Thou once dwelt therein.
 
And pray that God may give us strength,
To bear our heavy cross;
For no one knows but only He,
The treasure we have lost.