(Verse) My grip is frail, my strength is spent, The shadows lengthen o’er the way; The heart that once was confident Is faltering in the heat of day. When every earthly prop shall fail, And I can hold Your Word no more, Let sovereign mercy still prevail, And lead me to the quiet shore. (Chorus) O hold me fast, for I am weak, When my own hand lets go of Thee; The strength I lack, in You I seek, Your grace my sole security. (Verse) The hand that shaped the stars of night, And set the bounds of sand and sea, Is holding me with holy might, Through every dark adversity. Though I should stumble in the race, Or wander from the narrow path, I’m sheltered by Your sovereign grace, Beyond the reach of holy wrath. (Verse 3) I look upon the wounded hand, Once pierced upon the rugged tree; The covenant shall ever stand, For Christ has bled to ransom me. My name is graven on Your palm, My life is hid with Christ in God; In every storm, You are my calm, The Shepherd with the staff and rod. (Verse) And when the silver cord shall break, And I am called to cross the tide, When I no more can effort make, But simply in Your love abide; Then let me feel Your steady palm, Upholding me through death’s cold mist, Till I awake in heaven’s calm, By Him who kept me, ever blest. (Final Chorus) O hold me fast, for I am weak, When my own hand lets go of Thee; The strength I lack, in You I seek, Your grace my sole security. Amen.
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