Where can I turn for peace? Where is my solace? When other sources cease to make me whole? When with a wounded heart Anger or malice I draw myself apart searching my soul. Where when my aching grows? Where when I languish? Where in my need to know Where can I run? Where is the quite hand To calm my anguish? Who, who can understand? He only one. He answers privately, Reaches my reaching In my gathsmenany Saviour and friend. Gentle the peace he finds For my beseaching Constant he is and kind Love without kind