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My Times I do entrust into Your Hands.
My times I do entrust into your hands,
My time lost in the far-off mysty past,
For which no onger I can make amends,
And that in wild excitement flew too fast.
My present time wide open before you lies,
Its tests and its afflictions dearest Lord,
As in my trials I do give you praise,
And throw my cares and worries overboard.
My future, veiled to me, but that you see,
A chasm dim, that I must cross with grit,
To be transversed with guts courageously
But for your help to do it Lord I plead.
Take all my times into your hands sweet Lord,
And watch out for your child that warily
Traverses step-buy-step the darkly fjord,
And is dependent on you dear Lord utterly.
.I trust, sweet Lord, I trust, Oh I entrust
The times you granted me into your hands,
The future, pre sent and my wayward past,
To make to shine on them your countenance.
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