Into Thine hand, O God of truth,
My spirit I commit;
Thou hast redeemed my soul from death,
And saved me from the pit.
The passions of my hope and fear
Maintained a doubtful strife,
While sorrow, pain, and sin conspired
To take away my life.
�My times are in Thine hand,� I cried,
�Though I draw near the dust�;
Thou art the Refuge where I hide,
The God in Whom I trust.
O make Thy reconcil�d face
Upon Thy servant shine,
And save me for Thy mercy�s sake,
For I�m entirely Thine.
�Twas in my haste my spirit said,
�I must despair and die,
I am cut off before Thine eyes�;
But Thou hast heard my cry.
Thy goodness how divinely free!
How wondrous is Thy grace
To those that fear Thy majesty,
And trust Thy promises!
O love the Lord, all ye His saints,
And sing His praises loud;
He�ll bend His ear to your complaints,
And recompense the proud.
