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.