By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      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 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.