Father, Into Your Hands I Commend My Spirit

Though he was harshly treated, he submitted and opened not his mouth; like a lamb led to the slaughter or a sheep before the shearers,
he was silent and opened not his mouth.

Father, into your hands I commend my spirit. But my trust is in you, O LORD; I say, “You are my God. In your hands is my destiny; rescue me
from the clutches of my enemies and my persecutors.”

When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, “It is finished.” And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.