209. Our Times Are in Thy Hand
S.M.
by W.F. Lloyd, 1835
Our times are in Thy hand,
Father, we wish them there;
Our life, our soul, our all, we leave
Our times are in Thy hand,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Our times are in Thy hand,
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain,
Our times are in Thy hand;
We’d always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
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