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

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.