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, draw me closer, 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; 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! 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. Hold thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without thy aid; I dare not take one step without thy aid.