257. Our Times Are in Thy Hand
S.M.
by W.F. Lloyd, 1835
1
Our times are in Thy hand;
Father, we wish them there,
Our life, our soul, our all we leave
2
Our times are in Thy hand,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
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.
4
Our times are in Thy hand,
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.
5
Our times are in Thy hand,
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain
6
Our times are in Thy hand;
We’d always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,