In Hope of Peace

Oh this weary, weary heart of mine

By world’s strong pull employed

Begins to lose its faith in Thee

And open rend a void

Oh this weary, weary mind of mine

Its will so weak and slow

That heaven’s lights seem far away

And oh my soul so low

Lord my God you have not yet

Failed to woo this heart of mine

Call me, cleanse me, love me still

Hold fast and make me Thine

Thy love, Thy love it is so wide

and jealous for my praise

I long to change and be your child

To be your hands always

Thy grace, Thy grace it has the power

To mend my broken frame

That I may go and share Thy love

And bless Thy holy name