"Into Thy Hands"

Into thy hands, O Father! Now at last,Weary with struggling and with long.unrest,Vext by remembrances of conflicts pastAnd by a host of present cares opprest,

I come to thee and cry, Thy will be done!Take thou the burden I have borne too long.Into thy hands, O mighty, loving One,My weakness gives its all, for thou art strong!

For life—for death. I cannot see the way;I blindly wander on to meet the night;The paths grows steeper, and the dying daySoon with its shadows will shut out the light.

Hold thou my hand, O Father! I am tiredAs a young child that wearies of the road;And the far heights toward which I once aspiredHave lost the glory with which erst they glowed.

Take thou my life, and mold it to thy will;Into thy hands commit I all my way;Fain would I lift each cup that thou dost fill,Nor from its brim my pale lips ever stay.

Take thou my life. I lay it at thy feet;And in my death my sure support be thouSo shall I sink to slumber calm and sweet,And wake at morn before thy face to bow!