Hymn 68 - Hold Thou My Hand

Hold Thou my hand, so weak I am, and helpless,

I dare not take one step without Thy aid;

Hold Thou my hand; for then, O loving Saviour,

No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid.

Hold Thou my hand, and closer, closer draw me

To Thy dear self – my hope, my joy, my all;

Hold Thou my hand, lest haply I should wander,

And, missing Thee, my trembling feet should fall.

Hold Thou my hand; the way is dark before me

Without the sunlight of Thy face divine;

But when by faith I catch its radiant glory,

What heights of joy, what rapturous songs are mine!

Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the margin

Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me,

A heav’nly light may flash along its waters,

And ev’ry wave like crystal bright shall be.