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Hold thou my hands!
In grief and joy, in hope and fear,
Lord, let me feel that thou art near:
hold thou my hands!
If e'er by doubts
of thy good Fatherhood depressed,
I cannot find in thee my rest:
hold thou my hands!
Hold thou my hands!
These passionate hands too quick to smite,
these hands so eager for delight:
hold thou my hands!
And when at length,
with darkened eyes and fingers cold,
I seek some last loved hand to hold,
hold thou my hands!