Into Thine Hand, O God of Truth from Psalm 31 Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

INTO THINE HAND (C.M.) Mitch Cervinka* 2000 Score

In-to Thine hand, O God of truth,
   My spi-rit I com-mit;
Thou hast re-deemed my soul from death,
   And saved me from the pit.

The pas-sions of my hope and fear
   Main-tained a doubt-ful strife,
While sor-row, pain, and sin con-spired
   To take a-way my life.

My times are in Thy hand, I cried,
   Though I draw near the dust;
Thou art the ref-uge where I hide,
   The God in whom I trust.

O make Thy re-con-ci-led face
   Up-on Thy ser-vant shine,
And save me for Thy mer-cy's sake,
   For I'm en-tire-ly Thine.

'Twas in my haste, my spi-rit said,
   I must des-pair and die,
I am cut off be-fore Thine eyes;
   But Thou hast heard my cry.

Thy good-ness how di-vine-ly free!
   How won-drous is Thy grace
To those that fear Thy maj-es-ty,
   And trust Thy prom-is-es!

O love the Lord, all ye His saints,
   And sing His prais-es loud;
He'll bend His ear to your com-plaints,
   And re-com-pense the proud.

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*Music: Composed 2000 by Mitch Cervinka.
Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.