I Hold His Hand

Verse 1

I hold to the hand of my Savior and friend, He shields me from evil till dangers all end, He'll take me to heaven where voices now blend; I hold to the hand of my Lord.

Chorus

Daily I hold to the scarred hand of my dear Lord, Savior and King, Till I am safe in that glad home, angels of God praises now sing; He leads me so gently where still waters flow And tells me of heaven where I long to go.

Verse 2

I hold to His hand when the stormclouds arise, He speaks and the shadows roll back from the skies, 'Tis wonderful glory for our human eyes; I hold to the hand of my Lord.

Verse 3

I hold to the hand that is steadfast and sure, No other foundation is ever secure, I look for the home that will ever endure; I hold to the hand of my Lord.