The Lord into His Father's handsAuthor: Halgrímur Pétursson; Translator: Charles Venn Pilcher
Published in 2 hymnals
1 The Lord into His Father's hands
With dying prayer His soul commends,
Before then yields up the ghost.
He bows His head. Ye heav'nly host,
Shout praise! Such glory ne'er shall be,
As Jesus dying on the tree.
2 For everlasting death is slain--
O'ercome by Jesus' dying pain.
My death is precious in His sight:
O grave, where is thy sting, thy might?
Dark death is now the path to life,
Long gain beyond a moment's strife.
3 Lord, from Thy death I draw my life,
Gaze on Thy cross, with comfort rife;
O let Thy passion's mighty pow'r
Work in my bosom from this hour,
And crucify me, Lord, that I
To Thee may live, to sin may die.
4 Thou, Lord, didst bow Thy sacred head
When Thy great task was finished:
Thus token clear Thou giv'st to me
Thy death to hold in memory:
Yea, when I die, saved by Thy grace,
I shall behold Thee face to face.
Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #390
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|Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #339||The Lord into His Father's Hands||The Lord into His Father's hands||BERGGREEN||H. Petursson, 1614-84 ; C. V. Pilcher, 1879-1960||88 88 88||1996||Jesus, Our Redeemer |||Icelandic|