O Lamb of God! That Tak’st Away

O Lamb of God

that tak’st away

Our sin

and bidd’st our sor­row cease

Turn Thou

oh

turn this night to day

Grant us Thy peace.

The trou­bled world hath war with­out;

The rest­less

way­ward heart with­in

Hath fear and wea­ri­ness and doubt

And death and sin.

And there are needs that none can know

And tears no eye but Thine can see;

Hopes naught can sa­tis­fy be­low;

We look to Thee.

’Tis not the calm

de­ceit­ful dream

That earth calls peace

we ask for now;

No drop­ping down the fa­tal stream

With care­less prow.

Probe deep the wound if so Thou wilt

If pain must wake us. Purge our dross:

Help us to lay our load of guilt

Beneath Thy cross.

That we amid the toil and strife

And storms that nev­er end be­low

Through all the change and chance of life

Thy peace may know.

The peace that is not ours but Thine—

O

safe and true and death­less thus—

’Gainst which all storms in vain com­bine;

Grant

grant to us.