My times are in Your hand;
My God I wish them there,!
My life, my friends, my soul I leave,
Entirely in Your care.
My times are in Your hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
At best may seem to Thee.
My times are in Your hand,
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Fathers hands will never cause,
His child a needless tear.
My times are in Your hand;
Jesus, the Crucified;
Those hands my cruel sins had pierced
Are now my guard and guide.
My times are in Your hand;
Such faith You give to me,
That after death, at Your right hand
I shall forever be.