Oh repressed sadness, tears unshed,
Why do you live in the heart of man?
Upon love and joy our souls once fed,
Like a painting in which the colors ran.

The true picture's now gone;
Joy to pleasure converted.
Love, now lust, is a pawn.
All things are perverted.

But do not despair;
Jesus is calling to you
Let him in; he will be there,
Behold all things are new!

The picture's restored,
Love and joy back in place,
Jesus is Lord,
A real smile on your face.