147. Hold Thou My Hand

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.

2.

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.

3.

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 rapt'rous songs are mine!

4.

Hold thou my hand, that when I reach the margin of that lone river thou didst cross for me, A heav'nly light may flash along its waters, and ev'ry wave like crystal bright shall be.