209. 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
 
Entirely to Thy care.
2
Our times are in Thy hand,
 
Whatever they may be,
 
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,
 
Jesus the crucified!
 
The hand our many sins had pierced
 
Is now our Guard and Guide.
5
Our times are in Thy hand,
 
Jesus the Advocate!
 
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain,
 
For us to supplicate.
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.
“And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.” (Isaiah 32:2)
“Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am; that they may behold my glory, which thou hast given me: for thou lovedst me before the foundation of the world.” (John 17:24)
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