Into Thy Hands, O Lord

Into Thy hands

O Lord

Myself I give

With all my cares and tri­als

And wea­ry self de­ni­als

Long as I live

Long as I live.

All I have ev­er been

Or hope to be;

My hoard­ed gains

my loss­es

My tri­umphs and my cross­es

I bring to Thee

I bring to Thee.

I would no long­er stand

An id­ler here

Thy work I would be do­ing

Daily my toil re­new­ing

Till Thou ap­pear

Till Thou ap­pear.

Thou know­est all my need

Better than I;

Quicken my weak en­dea­vor

That I may love Thee ev­er

Until I die

Until I die.