1 Don't travel alone here where troubles attend,
Somewhere on this journey you'll need a true friend;
Let Jesus go with you, thru this wicked land,
Your path He will brighten if He holds your hand.

2 Here burdens oppress you you've nowhere to turn,
Strange forces are temping, for pleasure you yearn,
Take warning and you'll see you're on sinking sand.
Why not let the Savior take hold of your hand.

3 If He holds your hand this life's tumult will cease,
While walking the pathway you'll share His sweet peace;
When trials o'er take you just heed His command;
Your feet will not falter if He holds your hand.

4 At setting of sun when this journey is o'er,
There'll be loved ones waiting for you on that shore,
Unnumbered saints singing the vict'ry song grand;
While crossing the Jordan He'll hold to your hand.