Lord, to Thy gracious hand, I my being commend;
For Thy church I’d be poured out, expended;
Though I know not what trial or sorrow lies ahead,
If ’tis for Thy church, I’ll never regret it!
For Thy church I’d be poured out, expended;
Though I know not what trial or sorrow lies ahead,
If ’tis for Thy church, I’ll never regret it!
DLord,
to Thy gracious
Bmhand,
I my
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A7mend;
For Thy
Dchurch
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out, ex
Gpend
Aed;
Though I
Gknow
not what
Dtri
al or
Emsor
row lies a
Ghead,
A7If
'tis
Dfor
Thy church, I'll
Gnev
er re
A7gret
Dit!
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Another translation of this song with the same tune:
Lord, I offer myself into Thy gracious hand,
longing to give myself for recovery.
Though I know my pathway will be naught but suff'rings and pain
If Thy smile be my reward, where's the regret.