My Times Are in Thy Hand

Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me;
The changes that are sure to come, I do not fear to see:
I ask thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing thee.

I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.

I ask thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at thy side,
Content to fill a little space, If thou be glorified.

In service which thy will appoints There are no bonds for me;
My secret heart is taught the truth That makes thy children free;
A life of self-renouncing love Is one of liberty.
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