1 Into thine Hand, O GOD of Truth,
My Spirit I commit;
Thou hast redeem'd my Soul from Death,
And sav'd me from the Pit.
2 The Passions of my Hope and Fear
Maintain'd a doubtful Strife,
While Sorrow, Pain, and Sin conspir'd
To take away my Life.
3 "My Times are in thy Hand," I cry'd,
"Tho' I draw near the Dust;"
Thou art the Refuge where I hide,
The GOD in whom I trust.
4 O make Thy reconciled Face
Upon thy servant shine,
And save me for thy Mercy-Sake,
For I’m entirely thine.
Pause.
5 [’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.]
6 Thy Goodness how divinely free,
How wond'rous is thy Grace
To those that fear thy Majesty,
And trust thy Promises!
7 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Into thine Hand, O GOD of Truth |
Title: | Deliverance from Death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Deliverance: from death; Deliverance: from slander; Doubts and Fears suppressed(2 more...) |