Lord, clasp my fal­ter­ing hand in Thine;
Too weak I am to walk alone;
My path, dear Lord, I would not choose,
But ev­er say, Thy will be done.

Tempted at times, to trust in self,
And in this self, feel brave and strong;
Help, in my weak­ness, Thee to trust,
To do the right, and shun the wrong.

I’ll trust in Thee each day, and hour,
As through this sin­ful world I go;
I’ll lean up­on Thine arm of pow­er,
And then de­feat I ne’er shall know.

If I in Thee shall fall asleep,
Or in the clouds shall see Thee come,
Then, where there’ll be no cause to weep,
Greet me, my Sav­ior, in that home.