Into Your Hands I Commend my Spirit

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Good Friday, based on Psalm 31:2, 6, 12–13, 15–16, 17, 25

Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

Incline your ear to me;
rescue me speedily.
Be a rock of refuge for me,
a strong fortress to save me.
 
Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

   You hate those who pay regard to worthless idols,
but I trust in the LORD.

Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
I have become like a broken vessel.
For I hear the whispering of many—
terror all around!—
as they scheme together against me,
as they plot to take my life.
 
Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

My times are in your hand;
deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
Let your face shine upon your servant;
save me in your steadfast love.
Do not let me be put to shame, O LORD,
for I call on you;
let the wicked be put to shame;
let them go dumbfounded to Sheol.

Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

Be strong, and let your heart take courage,
all you who wait for the LORD.

Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit.

 


Scripture passage from the New Revised Standard Version Bible: Catholic Edition, copyright 1989, 1993, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.