Sovereign of Life, I Own Thy Hand

Sovereign of life

I own Thy hand

In ev­ery chast­en­ing stroke;

And

while I smart be­neath Thy rod

Thy pre­sence I in­voke.

To Thee in my dis­tress I cried

And Thou hast bowed Thine ear

Thy pow­er­ful Word my life pro­longed

And brought sal­va­tion near.

Unfold

ye gates of right­eous­ness

That

with the pi­ous throng

I may re­cord my so­lemn vows

And tune my grate­ful song.

Praise to the Lord

whose gen­tle hand

Renews our la­bor­ing breath:

Praise to the Lord

who makes His saints

Triumphant e’en in death.

My God

in Thine ap­point­ed hour

Those heav’n­ly gates dis­play

Where pain

and sin

and fear

and death

For ev­er flee away.

There

while the na­tions of the blessed

With rap­tures bow around

My an­thems to de­liv­er­ing grace

In sweet­er strains shall sound.