Reach Out Thine Hand

Reach out Thine hand

my Sav­ior dear

I long to feel Thy pre­sence near;

When Thou art near

my soul is blest

In Thee I find sweet peace and rest.

O Sav­ior dear

reach out Thine hand

And by Thy side

O let me stand

Till Thou shalt say

Enough

My child

No long­er face the tem­pest wild.

Reach out Thine hand and take me in

And let me now Thy fa­vors win;

I’m sore­ly tossed up­on the sea

I long to hide my­self in Thee.

How oft I’m tempt­ed on the way

And foes sur­round me ev­ery day;

O Sav­ior dear

reach out Thine hand

And lead me to the Beu­lah land.

Reach out Thine hand

and hold me fast

Until the tem­pests all are past;

Then I shall mount on wings of love

And reach the pro­mised land ab­ove.