Hold Thou My Hands

Hold t lio ii my ha ida I Iu grief and joy. in hopo and fear, Lord. let me fee) that Hum art near. ' Hold thou my hands I If e'er my donbts Of thy good fatherhood depressi d, I caonot lind in thee my rest, IIoM thou my haiids I Hold thou my hands- These paasioiiate hands to quick too sni i te. These hands so ensrer for deliijUt, Hold thon my luinds! And when at length. With darkened eyea and flngers cold, 1 seeicsonte lost-loved band to hold, Hold thou my hands I