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| Text: | Hold up Your Hand for Jesus |
| Author: | Theo D. C. Miller, M. D |
| Tune: | [A little child lay dying] |
| Composer: | Warren W. Bentley |
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | A little child lay dying |
| Title: | Hold up Your Hand for Jesus |
| Author: | Theo D. C. Miller, M. D |
| Refrain First Line: | "I want to tell you, Willie |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1890 |
| Copyright: | By permission. |
| Notes: | A little street boy in London had both legs broken by a dray passing over them. He was laid in one of the beds of the hospital to die, and another little fellow was laid near by, picked up sick with famine and fever. The latter was allowed to lie down by the side of the little crushed boy. He crept up to him and said: "Bubby, did you never hear about Jesus?" "No, I never heard of Him" "Bubby, I went to the Mission School once, and they told us that Jesus would take you to heaven when you die, and you'd never have hunger any more—and no more pain—if you axed Him." "I couldn't ask such a great big gentleman as He to do anything for me. He wouldn't stop to speak to a little boy like me." "But He'll do all that if you ax Him." "How can I ax Him if I don't know where He lives. and how can I get there when both my legs is broke?" "Bubby, they told me at Mission School as how Jesus passes by. Teacher says as how He goes around. How do you know but that He might come around to the hospital this very night? You'd know Him if you was to see Him" "But I can't keep my eyes open. My legs feel so awful bad. Doctor says I'll die." "Bubby, hold up your hand, and He'll know what you want when He passes by." They got the hand up. It dropped. Tried again. It slowly fell back. Three times he got up the little hand, only to let it fall. Bursting into tears, he said: "I give it up." "Bubby, lend me yer hand, put yer elbow on my pillow, I can do without it." Soon the hand was propped up. And when they came in the morning, the boy lay dead, his hand still held up for Jesus. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | [A little child lay dying] |
| Composer: | Warren W. Bentley |
| Key: | A♭ Major |
| Copyright: | By permission. |
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