1 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.

Chorus:
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.

2 Oh, how gently will it lead us!
Oh, how tender is its touch!
'Tis the blessed hand of Jesus;
We all need it, oh, so much! [Chorus]

3 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. [Chorus]

4 Shall I, to this hand extended,
Pay no heed as it invites?
Shall my Saviour be offended,
Give I not to him his rights? [Chorus]

5 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. [Chorus]

6 Then, as hand in hand together
With my Saviour with my Friend,
With my Christ, my Elder Brother,
Let him lead till life shall end. [Chorus]