My times are in Thy hand; Father, I wish them there:
My life, my soul, my all, I leave entirely to Thy care,
My times are in Thy hand, whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, as best may seem to Thee.
My times are in Thy hand: why should I doubt or fear?
My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand, Jesus the Crucified!
The hand my many sins once pierced is now my Guard and Guide.
W. F. Lloyd