When we feel defeated, snared in doubt and worry, no relief in sight; duties uncompleted, blunders galled by hurry, nothing working right: shield us, Christ from vain-despair; still the tempest, foil the Tempter when we feel defeated. Though our hearts are aching for some sign of blessing, we disguise our pain; masks of our own making keep us from expressing what we long to gain: freeing Spirit, help us find voice for faith's imagination though our hearts are aching. Greater than our hoping, deeper than our yearning for a sense of worth, light beyond our groping, goal of our returning, source of our rebirth: God of boundless pow'r and love, make in us a new creation greater than our hoping.