Hold Thou My Hands!

Hold Thou my hands!

In grief and joy

in hope and fear

Lord

let me feel that Thou art near:

Hold Thou my hands!

If e’er by doubts

Of Thy good fa­ther­hood de­pressed

I can­not find in Thee my rest:

Hold Thou my hands!

Hold Thou my hands!

These pas­sion­ate hands too quick to smite

These hands so ea­ger for de­light:

Hold Thou my hands!

And when at length

With dark­ened eyes and fin­gers cold

I seek some last loved hand to hold

Hold Thou my hands!