1 Dear Lord, take up my tangled strands,
Where we have wrought in vain,
That by the skill of Thy dear hands
Some beauty may remain.

Chorus:
Transformed by grace divine,
The glory shall be Thine;
To Thy most holy will, O Lord,
We now our all resign.

2 Touch Thou the sad, discordant keys
Of ev'ry troubled breast,
And change to peaceful harmonies
The sighings of unrest. [Chorus]

3 Where broken vows in fragments lie—
The toil of wasted years,—
Do Thou make whole again, we cry,
And give a song for tears. [Chorus]

4 Take all the failures, each mistake
Of our poor, human ways,
Then, Savior, for Thine own dear sake,
Make them show forth Thy praise. [Chorus]