Into His Hands

Into His hands I entrust my spirit,
When I sleep and when I wake,
I'm in God's hands.

Into his hands my spirit and my body, too,
The Lord is always near me,
I will nevermore fear.


[based on the last verse of the hymn, Adon Olam, which means, approximately, Lord of All]
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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