When hearts are heavy, and tears are falling,
Where can we go, who’ll heed our calling?
When hopes are dimming, and faith grows weak,
When hands go slack, who can we seek —
Who will comfort when faith is stalling?
When clouds of doubt seem to be winning,
When all we can see are the pleasures of sinning,
When prayer is hard, and the Word seems dead,
On days we lose the taste of Bread —
Who can stop our world from spinning?
‘Tis you, O Lord, who knows our striving,
You see us falter, barely surviving,
Your love is firm, your voice is calm,
You keep us in your sheltering palm —
In You we feel our faith reviving.