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 in my need to know Tell me where can I run? Where do I run? Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? Tell me who can understand? He, only One, only One, only One. He answers privately, He reaches my reaching In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend. Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching. Constant He is and kind, Love without end. Where is the quiet hand? Tell me who understand? Where can I turn for peace?