My heart is wounded—Lord, I pray

My heart is wounded—Lord

I pray

Stretch out Thy mighty hand to heal.

But wouldst Thou not

still with me stay

And grant me grace to love Thy will.

Thou know’st the pain of every scar

And lonesome thoughts that come withal

But know them not just from afar:

My heart’s true Friend

come bear them all!

If in my side a thorn must be

If in my heart enduring pain

Then may Thy peace be balm to me

And grace my weakness still sustain.

My vessel broken past repair

I bring Thee now

O Potter mine.

Fill with Thyself the breaches there—

Refashion me with life divine.