Hold Thou my hand! So weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid; Hold Thou my hand, for then, O loving Saviour, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid. Hold Thou my hand! And closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self, my hope, my joy, my
Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way, Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by, Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While He leads I
Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand – The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land, A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day. Upon that cross of Jesus Mine eye at times can
I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love; I love to tell the story, Because I know ‘tis true; It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do. I love to tell the story; ‘Twill be my theme in Glory, To tell the
Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord; Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word; Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak; Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek. Take time to be holy – the world rushes on; Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone; By
Low in the grave He lay, Jesus, my Saviour; Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord. Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes! He arose a victor from the dark domain And He lives forever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they
As we approach Eastertime, let’s consider drawing nearer to the cross of Jesus, as suggested in this hymn. I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me nearer, nearer,
