1 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 Saviour,
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 rapturous songs are mine.
4 Hold thou my hand! that when I reach the margin
Of that lone river thou didst cross for me,
A heavenly light may flash across its waters,
And every wave like crystal bright shall be.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #726
First Line: | Hold Thou my hand so weak I am and helpless |
Title: | Hold Thou My Hand! |
Author: | Fanny Crosby |
Meter: | 11.10.11.10 |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Polish translation: See "Ujmij mą dłon" by Paweł Sikora; Swahili translation (Fass, meine Hand, ich bin so schwach und hilflos): See "Unishike! Mimi ni mnyonge sana"; German translation: See "Fass meine hand, ich bin so schwach und hilflos" by A. J. Ramaker |
Copyright: | Public Domain |