Hold Thou My Hand (Crosby)

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 Sav­ior

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 heav­en­ly light may flash along its wa­ters

And ev­ery wave like crys­tal bright shall be.