The Old Story in Song ‎#135

135. There's a Hand Held Out

1 There’s a hand held out in pity,
There’s a hand held out in love;
It will guide us to the city,
Where our Father dwells above.

Refrain:
There’s a hand held out to you,
There’s a hand held out to me,
There’s a hand that will prove true,
Whatever our lot shall be.

2 ‘Tis the blessed hand of Jesus,
O, how gently will it lead!
In its tender grace and mercy,
Breaking not the “bruised reed.” [Refrain}

3 O, how sweet its touch of healing,
To the wounded heart applied,
When the hand that bears the nail-prints,
Draws us to the riven side. [Refrain}

4 Yes, ‘tis love to me, a sinner,
Prompts this hand to reach so low;
Reaching down that it may lift me
To the heights where blessings flow. [Refrain}

5 Let me take this hand extended,
Knowing that it leads aright,
Finding every step defended
By my Saviour’s love and might. [Refrain}

6 Henceforth, hand in hand together,
Happy will the journey be,
Walking with my “Elder Brother”
Till his blessed home I see. [Refrain}

Text Information

• First Line: There’s a hand held out in pity
• Title: There's a Hand Held Out
• Author: Myron W. Morse
• Refrain First Line: There’s a hand held out to you
• Publication Date: 1906

Tune Information

• Name: [There’s a hand held out in pity]
• Composer: Jno. R. Sweney