My heart is wounded—Lord, I pray

NS959
1
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.
2
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!
3
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.
4
My vessel broken past repair
I bring Thee now, O Potter mine.
Fill with Thyself the breaches there—
Refashion me with life divine.
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Lynn Anderson

United States

Refashion me with life divine!!