There’s a Hand Held Out

There’s a hand held out in pi­ty

There’s a hand held out in love;

It will pi­lot to the ci­ty

Where our Fa­ther dwells ab­ove.

There’s a hand held out to you

There’s a hand held out to me

There’s a hand that will prove true

Whatever our lot shall be.

Oh

how gent­ly will it lead us!

Oh

how ten­der is its touch!

’Tis the bless­èd hand of Je­sus;

We all need it

oh

so much!

Yes

’tis love to me

a sin­ner

Prompts this hand to reach so low

Striving thus to be the win­ner

Ere I reap what I shall sow.

Shall I

to this hand ex­tend­ed

Pay no heed as it in­vites?

Shall my Sav­ior be of­fend­ed

Give I not to Him His rights?

Nay

I would this pro­ffered hand take

Knowing that it leads aright;

Yes

I would this lov­ing choice make;

Trusting in His love and might.

Then

as hand in hand to­ge­ther

With my Sav­ior

with my friend

With my Christ

my el­der bro­ther

Let Him lead till life shall end.