1 We pray for truth and peace;
With weary hearts we ask
Some rest in which our souls may cease
From life's perplexing task.
We weep -- yet none is found;
We weep -- yet hope grows faint; --
And deeper in its mournful sound
Goes up our wild complaint.

2 Only to living faith
The promises are shown;
And by the love that passes death
The rest is won alone.
Be ours the earnest heart,
Be ours the steady will,
To work in silent trust our part;
For God is working still.

3 Then newer lights shall rise
Above these clouds of sin,
And heaven's unfolding mysteries
To glad our souls begin.
Our hearts from fear and wrong
Shall win their full release,
With God's own might forever strong,
And calm with God's own peace.