My Times Are in His Hands

My times are in my heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s hands

Their change­ful scenes I should not fear;

The rea­son why

He ful­ly un­der­stands

He will not cause a need­less tear.

My times are in His hands

What’s best for me He un­der­stands.

I’ll ev­er trust in His un­chang­ing love

’Twill lead me to my home ab­ove.

My times are in my heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s hands

The joy He sends a bless­ing brings;

His light will spar­kle on life’s gold­en sands;

I’ll hide be­neath His shel­ter­ing wings.

My times are in my heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s hands

Used for His glo­ry may they be;

Until

in that most beau­ti­ful of lands

I’ll sing the love that cares for me.