Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#65

65. Into thine hand, O God of truth

1 Into thine hand, O God of truth,
My spirit I commit;
Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death,
And sav'd me from the pit.

2 The passions of my hope and fear
Maintain'd a doubtful strife,
While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd
To take away my life.

3 "My time is in thine hand," I cry'd,
"Though I draw near the dust;
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.

4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy servant shine!
And save me for thy mercy's sake,
For I'm entirely thine.

Pause.

5 ['Twas in my haste, my spirit said,
"I must despair and die,
"I am cut off before thine eyes;"
But thou hast heard my cry.]

6 Thy goodness how divinely free!
How wond'rous is thy grace!
To those that fear thy majesty,
And trust thy promises.

7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints,
And sing his praises loud;
He'll bend his ear to your complaints,
And recompense the proud.

Text Information

• First Line: Into thine hand, O God of truth
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 31:5
  ;
  Psalm 31:13-19
  ;
  Psalm 31:22-23
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Part 1

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