Father, Hold My Hand

When hea­vy clouds o’er­spread my sky

And on the path I tra­vel by

There falls no cheer­ing ray of light

And I must walk by faith

not sight

Then

Fa­ther

hold my hand.

Tho’ hea­vi­ly my bur­dens press

I will not live and trust Thee less;

When steep­er grows my wea­ry way

Help me to fol­low and obey

And clos­er hold my hand.

Or

if some­time the sun should shine

And bright­er

hap­pi­er days be mine;

If I with joy should lift my head

And smile to find the sha­dows fled

Still

Fa­ther

hold my hand.