Scripture Verse

You hold me by my right hand. Psalm 73:23–24


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1874. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Grace J. Fran­ces, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Hu­bert P. Main, 1880 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Hubert P. Main (1839–1925)

Origin of the Hymn

For a num­ber of days be­fore I wrote this hymn, all had seemed dark to me.

That was in­deed an unu­su­al ex­pe­ri­ence, for I have al­ways been most cheer­ful; and so in my hu­man weak­ness I cried in pray­er, ‘Dear Lord, hold thou my hand.’

Almost at once the sweet peace that comes of per­fect as­sur­ance re­turned to my heart, and my gra­ti­tude for this evi­dence of an­swered pray­er sang it­self in the lines of the hymn.

Fan­ny Cros­by


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 Sav­ior,
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 all;
Hold Thou my hand, lest hap­ly I should wan­der,
And, miss­ing Thee, my tremb­ling feet should fall.

Hold Thou my hand; the way is dark be­fore me
Without the sun­light of Thy face di­vine;
But when by faith I catch its ra­di­ant glo­ry,
What heights of joy, what rap­tur­ous songs are mine!

Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the mar­gin
Of that lone ri­ver Thou didst cross for me,
A hea­ven­ly light may flash along its wa­ters,
And ev­ery wave like crys­tal bright shall be.