Into Your Hands

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The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
He gathers our tears, He knows our pain
Though we walk through the valley of shadows
We will not fear—You are with us always.

Into Your hands, we commend our brother
Safe in Your arms, no sorrow remains
Death has no sting, the grave has no victory
For Christ has risen, and we rise again.

Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of His faithful ones
We grieve with hope, not as the world grieves
For soon we’ll meet in the light of the Son.

Into Your hands, we commend our brother
Safe in Your arms, no sorrow remains
Death has no sting, the grave has no victory
For Christ has risen, and we rise again.

Even in the night, Your mercy sings
Morning will break with healing wings
Every tear You will wipe away
Until that day, we lift Your name.

Into Your hands, we commend our brother
Safe in Your arms, forever to stay
Death has no sting, the grave has no victory
For Christ has risen, and we rise again.