Into Your Hands I Commit My Spirit
(Luke 23:44–49)

1In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.

2Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me: be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.

3For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.

4Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.

5Into thy hondes I commende my sprete: thou hast delyuered me O LORDE thou God of treuth.

6I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.

7I will be glad and reioyse in thy mercy: for thou hast considred my trouble, thou hast knowne my soule in aduersite.

8Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

9Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

10My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge. My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.

11I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.

12I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.

13For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.

14But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.

15My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.

16Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercies sake.

17Let me not be confounded (o LORDE) for I call vpon the: let the vngodly rather be put to confucion, and brought vnto the hell.

18Let the lyenge lippes be put to sylence, which cruelly, disdanedly & despitefully speake agaynst the rightuous.

19O how greate and manifolde is thy good, which thou haist hyd for them that feare ye? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?

20Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.

21Thankes be to the LORDE, for he hath shewed me maruelous greate kyndnesse in a stronge cite.

22For when the sodane feare came vpon me, I sayde: I am cast out of thy sight. Neuertheles, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the.

23O loue the LORDE (all ye his sayntes) for the LORDE preserueth the faithfull, and plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer.

24Be stroge therfore & take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put youre trust in the LORDE.