Hold Thou my hand, O Fa­ther,
Hold Thou my hand, I pray,
When sha­dows fall about me
And hide the beat­en way,
When clouds hang low and hea­vy,
And storms of doubt as­sail,
I blind­ly grope and fal­ter,
My strength of none avail.

I can­not tread un­guid­ed,
The up­ward-lead­ing road;
I can­not bear un­aid­ed
The bur­den of the load;
I seek to jour­ney onward,
I think to brave­ly stand,
But un­aware, I stum­ble—
O Fa­ther, hold my hand!

Hold Thou my hand se­cure­ly,
When sor­rows dim my sight
And hide from me the beau­ty
And sweet­ness of the light;
My heart will make no mur­mur,
Whate’er might come, I know,
If Thou will lead me, Fa­ther,
Wherever I may go.