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

Touch Thou the sad, discordant keys,
Of every troubled breast,
And change to peaceful harmonies,
The sighings of unrest.

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

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

– from the hymn, Transformed