INTO THY HANDS, MY GOD.
By Julia B. Cady
Into thy hands, my God, I gladly fall,
Resigning there my life, my will, my all;
Do as thou wilt, O Lord, for I am thine;
Whatever thy blest will is also mine. Into thy hands, my God; for there, at length,
Through my poor weakness shall I find thy strength;
Thy grace shall triumph over all my sin,
And Christ's dear blood shall make me pure within. Into thy hands, my God,—those hands of love
Which sweetly reached and drew me, from above;
Those hands which countless daily mercies give,
Those hands by which I every moment live. Into thy hands, my God,—my Father's hands;
Near them a living Saviour pleading stands.
Oh, love! he pleads for me—how can I fear
With such a Father, such a Saviour, near? In thy dear hands, my God, there let me rest;
Send pain or sickness if thou seest best;
Do as thou wilt—thy love I cannot doubt,
For perfect love casts fear and sadness out. Safe in thy hands, my God, a little child,
I look to thee, through Jesus reconciled;
I dare, for his dear sake, to call thee mine;
For this sweet bliss I would all else resign. Into thy hands, my God, I cast my will;
Bid every murmuring, restless thought be still;
My only wish, while on the narrow road,
Tranquil to lie in thy dear hands, my God.