“My times are in Thy hands;” Thou Lord of all;
Help me to leave them there in perfect rest;
Do with me as Thou wilt, yet let me feel
That I am wholly blest.
I leave my life, my all, in Thy dear hands;
Oh, guide me through this tangled, troubled maze;
Through baffling weakness and perplexities
Give strength for all the days.
I would not ask so much for earthly joy
To brighten, and around my path abide;
But that through weal or woe, in life or death,
God may be glorified.
I would not plead that the uneven road
Be softened and made smoother for my feet;
But that Thy presence make my heart to find
My daily cross most sweet.
I do not cry for an unbroken cairn
(E’en though my spirit craves for quiet rest);
But that if burning tears must fall, that I
May shed them on Thy breast.
I would that Thou wilt draw me nearer Thee,
Above the turmoil and unquiet strife
That dwells in self, and struggles hard to gain
The mast’ry o’er my life.
I ask that Thou wilt keep my earthly all;
My loved ones I commit unto Thy care,
And if Thy wisdom deem that we must part,
Do Thou our parting share.
And through the misty height or shadowy vale,
Wherever Thou dost lead us in Thy love,
Give us to know Thine everlasting peace;
Till satisfied above.
F.D.