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. 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. Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the margin Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me, A heavenly light may flash along its waters, And every wave like crystal bright shall be.