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 Thine 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 shall 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 rapt'rous songs are mine!

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. Amen.