O guard my life and deliver me; do not let me be put to shame, for I take refuge in you.
The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life.
Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning, for in you I put my trust. Teach me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
Guard me as the apple of the eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings,
Preserve my life, for I am devoted to you; save your servant who trusts in you. You are my God;
Then Jesus, crying out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” Having said this, he breathed his last.
While they were stoning Stephen, he prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”