There’s a hand held out in pi­ty,
There’s a hand held out in love;
It will pi­lot to the ci­ty,
Where our Fa­ther dwells above.

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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.

Oh, how gent­ly will it lead us!
Oh, how ten­der is its touch!
’Tis the bless­èd hand of Je­sus;
We all need it, oh, so much!

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Yes, ’tis love to me, a sin­ner,
Prompts this hand to reach so low,
Striving thus to be the win­ner,
Ere I reap what I shall sow.

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Shall I, to this hand ex­tend­ed,
Pay no heed as it inv­ites?
Shall my Sav­ior be of­fend­ed,
Give I not to Him His rights?

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Nay, I would this pro­ffered hand take,
Knowing that it leads aright;
Yes, I would this lov­ing choice make;
Trusting in His love and might.

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Then, as hand in hand to­ge­ther,
With my Sav­ior, with my friend,
With my Christ, my el­der bro­ther,
Let Him lead till life shall end.

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