Into Thy hand, dear Fa­ther, now I yield
My ev­ery wish, and hope, and care;
Be Thou my con­stant, ev­er pre­sent shield
From ev­ery sin-en­tic­ing snare.
Thy love hath led my heart to trust in Thee;
Thine arm my sure sup­port doth prove;
And this my con­fi­dence thro’ life shall be;
To rest se­cure with­in Thy love.

Oh, let me ev­er walk with Thee be­low,
My path­way lead­ing t’ward the skies;
That when in­to the val­ley dark I go,
I may from it in glo­ry rise.
I fol­low Thee, but oh, hold Thou my hand!
I need Thy care, Thy help, Thy sight;
And thus I’ll go with Thee to that fair land
Where faith shall end in per­fect sight.