When hea­vy clouds o’er­spread my sky
And on the path I tra­vel by,
There falls no cheer­ing ray of light,
And I must walk by faith, not sight,
Then, Fa­ther, hold my hand.

Tho’ hea­vi­ly my bur­dens press,
I will not live and trust Thee less;
When steep­er grows my wea­ry way,
Help me to fol­low and obey,
And clos­er hold my hand.

Or, if some­time the sun should shine,
And bright­er, hap­pi­er days be mine;
If I with joy should lift my head,
And smile to find the sha­dows fled,
Still, Fa­ther, hold my hand.