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Hymn a Day: Where Can I Turn for Peace? #129


Sometimes it's hard to know where to find peace in a troubled world. I personally get so lost in the shuffle sometimes that I lose sight of the things I know to be true. This song has always been a good reminder for me to slow down and think about who is in charge and where true peace is found. Read the beautiful lyrics, listen to the music, and know your Savior loves you.


Here's a link to the lyrics and sheet music on lds.org

Lyrics

  1. 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. 2. Where, when my aching grows,
    Where, when I languish,
    Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
    Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
    Who, who can understand?
    He, only One.
  3. 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.
  4. Text: Emma Lou Thayne, b. 1924. (c) 1973 IRI
    Music: Joleen G. Meredith, b. 1935. (c) 1973 IRI

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