Jesus stretched forth His hand, and caught him. Matthew 14:31
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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.
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!
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.
Shall I, to this hand extended,
Pay no heed as it invites?
Shall my Savior be offended,
Give I not to Him His rights?
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.
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.