Take Hold of My Hand

1 Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
And lead me thro' all the years,
For the clouds hang dark o'er my pathway,
And are heavily burdened with tears,
And e'en while the morning is brightest,
Alike in the darkness and day,
Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
Lead me and show me the way.

2 Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
And find me the way I must go,
Be patient to me when I'm careless,
And kind when I'm weary and slow,
O! help me to seek something higher,
Than the world and its gaudy display,
Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
Lead me and show me the way.

3 Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
My eyes are so sightless and dim,
I know there are heav'nly mansions,
I want you to lead me to them,
I've need of thy loving compassion,
Fresh need of it ev'ry day,
Take hold of my hand, dear Savior,
Lead me and show me the way.

Source: Joyful Songs: a choice collection of new Sunday School music #115