1 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!
2 The troubled world hath war without;
The restless, wayward heart within
Hath fear and weariness and doubt,
And death and sin.
3 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.
4 ’Tis not the calm, deceitful dream
That earth calls peace, we ask for now:
No dropping down the fatal stream
With careless prow.
5 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.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #624