1. 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?
2. Where, when my aching grows, Where, when I languish, Where, in my need to know, where can I run? His is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? And he will understand; He, the only One.
3. He answers privately, 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. Constant he is and kind, Love without end.