Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall CALM—John Bacchus Dykes Into Thy Gracious Hands I Fall 1 Into thy gracious hands I fall, And with the arms of faith embrace; O King of glory, hear my call, O raise me, heal me, by thy grace! Now righteous through thy wounds I am; No condemnation now I dread: I taste salvation in thy name, Alive in thee, my living Head. 2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take thy light from me away, Still with me let thy grace abide, That I from thee may never stray: Let