| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | My Times Are in Thy Hands! | | By Christopher Newman Hall |
| | | | “I trusted in thee, O Lord; I said, Thou art my God. My times are in Thy hand!”—Ps. xxxi., 14, 15. |
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MY times are in Thy hand! | |
| I know not what a day | |
| Or e’en an hour may bring to me, | |
| But I am safe while trusting Thee, | |
| Though all things fade away. | 5 |
| All weakness, I | |
| On Him rely | |
| Who fixed the earth and spread the starry sky. | |
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| My times are in Thy hand! | |
| Pale poverty or wealth, | 10 |
| Corroding care or calm repose, | |
| Spring’s balmy breath or winter’s snows, | |
| Sickness or buoyant health,— | |
| Whate’er betide, | |
| If God provide, | 15 |
| ’Tis for the best; I wish no lot beside. | |
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| My times are in Thy hand! | |
| Should friendship pure illume | |
| And strew my path with fairest flowers, | |
| Or should I spend life’s dreary hours | 20 |
| In solitude’s dark gloom,— | |
| Thou art a friend, | |
| Till time shall end | |
| Unchangeably the same; in Thee all beauties blend. | |
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| My times are in Thy hand! | 25 |
| Many or few my days, | |
| I leave with Thee,—this only pray, | |
| That by Thy grace I, every day | |
| Devoting to Thy praise, | |
| May ready be | 30 |
| To welcome Thee | |
| Whene’er Thou com’st to set my spirit free. | | | |
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