Into your hands we commend our spirit, O Lord;
into your hands, we commend our hearts.
For we must die to ourselves in loving you.
Into your hands, we commend our love.
O God, my God, why have you gone from me,
far from my prayers, far from my cry?
To you, I call, and you never answer me;
you send no comfort, and I don’t know why.
Our fathers trusted and you delivered them;
to you they cried and they escaped;
in you they trusted, when darkness came their way,
and in your goodness, you made them free.
