1 Into Thy gracious hands I fall,
And with the arms of faith embrace;
O King of glory, hear my call!
O raise me, heal me by Thy grace!
Now righteous through Thy wounds I am:
No condemnation now I dread;
I taste salvation in Thy Name,
Alive in Thee, my living Head!

2 Still let Thy wisdom be my guide,
Nor take Thy light from me away:
Still with me let Thy grace abide,
That I from Thee may never stray.
Let Thy Word richly in me dwell;
Thy peace and love my portion be;
My joy to endure and do thy will,
Till perfect I am found in Thee.

3 Arm me with Thy whole armor, Lord!
Support my weakness with Thy might;
Gird on my thigh Thy conquering sword,
And shield me in the threatening fight:
From faith to faith, from grace to grace,
So in Thy strength shall I go on;
Till heaven and earth flee from Thy face,
And glory end what grace begun.