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 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 rapturous songs are mine.