I haven't heard or thought of (that I remember) this hymn since I was a little girl. But, it came to my mind as I was fretting over circumstances that prevented me from getting the December Photo Project started on time. I know a photo project is a trivial thing, but it was a good reminder to me that I don't operate on my time as I like to think...I operate on God's time. And there's nothing I can do to change that. I need to accept it. I need to embrace it. I need to be thankful for God's time and that He knows what is best for me.
My times are in Thy hand; my God I wish them there;
My life, my friends, my soul I leave entirely to Thy care.
My times are in Thy hand; whatever they may be;
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, as best may seem to Thee.
My times are in They hand; why should I doubt or fear?
My Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand, Jesus, the crucified!
Those hands my cruel sins had pierced
are now my guard and guide.
My times are in Thy hand, I'll always trust in Thee;
And, after death, at Thy right hand I shall forever be.
A quick google search for this hymn also produced a link to Spurgeon's sermon "My Times Are In Thy Hand." I have always enjoyed Spurgeon, and this time is no different.
To have our times in God’s hand must mean not only that they are at God’s disposal, but that they are arranged by the highest wisdom. God’s hand never errs; and if our times are in his hand, those times are ordered rightly. We need not puzzle our brains to understand the dispensations of Providence: a much easier and wiser course is open to us; namely, to believe the hand of the Lord works all things for the best. Sit thou still, O child, at thy great Father’s feet, and let him do as seemeth him good! When thou canst not comprehend him, know that a babe cannot understand the wisdom of its sire. Thy Father comprehends all things, though thou dost not: let his wisdom be enough for thee. Everything in the hand of God is where it may be left without anxiety; and it is where it will be carried through to a prosperous issue. Things prosper which are in his hand. “My times are in thy hand,” is an assurance that none can disturb, or pervert, or poison them. In that hand we rest as securely as rests a babe upon its mother’s breast. Where could our interests be so well secured as in the eternal hand? What a blessing it is to see by the eye of faith all things that concern you grasped in the hand of God! What peace as to every matter which could cause anxiety flows into the soul when we see all our hopes built upon so stable a foundation, and preserved by such supreme power! “My times are in thy hand!”