"My Times are in Thy Hand. " |
616. C. M. Doddridge. "My times are in thy hand." 1 To Thee, my God, my days are known; My soul enjoys the thought; My actions all before thy face, Nor are my faults forgot. 2 Each secret breath devotion vents Is vocal to thine ear; And all my walks of daily life Before thine eye appear. 3 Each golden hour of beaming light Is gilded by thy rays; And dark affliction's midnight gloom A present God surveys. 4 Full in thy view through life I pass, And in thy view I die; And when each mortal bond is broke, Shall find my God is nigh.
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