192. Jesus Hold My Hand

As I travel thro' this pilgrim land there is a friend who walks with me, Leads me safely thro' the sinking sand, it is the Christ of Calvary; This would be my pray'r, dear Lord, each day, to help me do the best I can, For I need thy light to guide me day and night, blessed Jesus, hold my hand.

Jesus, hold my hand, I need thee ev'ry hour, Thro' this pilgrim land protect me by thy power; Hear my feeble plea, O Lord, look down on me, When I kneel in pray'r I know I'll meet you there, blessed Jesus, hold my hand.

Let me travel in the light divine that I may see the blessed way; Keep me that I may be wholly thine and sing redemption's song each day; I will be a soldier brave and true and ever firmly take a stand, As I onward go and daily meet the foe, blessed Jesus, hold my hand.

When I wander thro' the valley dim toward the setting of the sun, Lead me safely to a land of rest when I the crown of life have won; I have put my faith in thee, dear Lord, that I may reach the golden strand, There's no other friend on whom I can depend, blessed Jesus, hold my hand.