There are days so dark that I seek in vain
For the face of my friend di­vine;
But though dark­ness hide, He is there to guide
By the touch of His hand on mine.

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Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,
There is grace and pow­er, in the try­ing hour,
In the touch of His hand on mine.

There are times, when tired of the toil­some road,
That for ways of the world I pine;
But He draws me back to the up­ward track
By the touch of His hand on mine.

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When the way is dim, and I can­not see
Through the mist of His wise de­sign,
How my glad heart yearns and my faith re­turns
By the touch of His hand on mine.

Refrain

In the last sad hour, as I stand alone,
Where the pow­ers of death com­bine,
While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul
By the touch of His hand on mine.

Refrain