Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall

Into thy gracious hands I fall,
And with the arms of faith embrace;

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.

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.

Arm me with thy whole armour, 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.

Deszler, Translated by John Wesley