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257. Our Times Are in Thy Hand | S.M. |
| by W.F. Lloyd, 1835 |
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| 1 | Our times are in Thy hand; |
| Father, we wish them there, |
| Our life, our soul, our all we leave |
| Entirely to Thy care. |
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| 2 | Our times are in Thy hand, |
| Whatever they may be, |
| Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, |
| As best may seem to Thee. |
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| 3 | Our times are in Thy hand: |
| Why should we doubt or fear? |
| A Father's hand will never cause |
| His child a needless tear. |
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| 4 | Our times are in Thy hand, |
| Jesus the Crucified! |
| The hand our many sins had pierced |
| Is now our Guard and Guide. |
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| 5 | Our times are in Thy hand, |
| Jesus the Advocate! |
| Nor can that hand be stretched in vain |
| For us to supplicate. |
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| 6 | Our times are in Thy hand; |
| We'd always trust in Thee, |
| Till we have left this weary land, |
| And all Thy glory see. |
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