1 Take Thou my hand, and lead me—choose Thou my way!
"Not as I will," O Father, teach me to say.
What though the storms may gather, Thou knowest best;
Safe in Thy holy keeping, there would I rest.

3 Take Thou my hand, and lead me—Lord, I am Thine!
Fill with Thy Holy Spirit this heart of mine;
Then in the hour of trial, strong shall I be—
Ready to do or suffer, dear Lord, for Thee.

3 Take Thou my hand, and lead me—Lord, as I go;
Into Thy perfect image help me to grow.
Still in Thine own pavilion shelter Thou me;
Keep me, O Father, keep me, close, close to Thee.