When to the pews I turn my gaze,

Within the wistful eyes I read

A hunger lurking 'neath the praise;

For hearts at peace their faces plead.

When, prayer-inclined, I gaze on high.

The Saviour's eyes, with yearning dim

The pitying love that stooped to die

Unveil the perfect peace in Him.

Lord Christ, my trembling lips inspire.

So with Thy love my words impress,

That I may link each heart's desire

With Thy vast eager power to bless.