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}
Source: The Old Story in Song #135