Hold My Hand, O Lord

Hold my feeble hand, O Lord, For where to step I can not behold; My feet are frail and I am effete, Hold my feeble hand, O Lord. I am devoid of sense and I lack the sight Of Savior's steps on the way of light; If left alone I never can trace, Hold my hand, lead me to the right. I know the mission on the Calvary's tree, And by the blood that shed I yearn to be free; But the devil does to flatten me down, So hold my hand and ever near be. A cloud so dark has blinded my eyes, A spirit so sly caresses my thighs; In guise I'm tempted and can't override, Hold my hand, deliver me to the skies. They've besmirched me and broken my heart, They've battered my back I am sorely hurt; So I pray to you O lord of Peace and Love, Hold my hand and heal my part. The storms are strong and tempests rise, My yacht is wretched and I'm no wise; The hippos may rejoice and crocodiles chuckle, Hold my hand, pick me from demise. I want to be founded and firm in faith, And heed the walk Your Word saith; Cause my eyes to see and my sense be sage, And fine tune what my tongue saith. So let me carry no other concern, Except your will in form and turn; Confirm my stand, my posture preserve, So I and Jesus will to Heaven return.