Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.67 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Unto thine hand, O God of truth Lyrics:
Unto thine hand, O God of truth,
My spirit I commit;
Thou hast redeemed my soul from death,
And saved me from the pit.
The passions of my hope and fear
Maintained a doubtful strife,
While sorrow, pain, and sin conspired
To take away my life.
"My times are in thine hand," I cried,
"Though I draw near the dust;
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.
O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy servant shine,
And save me for thy mercy's sake,
For I'm entirely thine.
['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.]
Thy goodness how divinely free!
How wondrous is thy grace
To those that fear thy majesty,
And trust thy promises!
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.
Topics: Doubts and fears suppressed; Fears and doubts suppressed; Health sickness, and recovery; Death deliverance from it; Deliverance from death; Deliverance from slander; Reproach removed; Slander, deliverance from it Scripture: Psalm 31:5 Languages: English
Psalm 31 Part 1