For the face of my Friend Divine;
But tho’ darkness hide, He is there to guide
By the touch of His hand on mine.
There are times, when tired of the toilsome road,
That for ways of the world I pine;
But He draws me back to the upward track
By the touch of His hand on mine.
When the way is dim, and I cannot see
Thro’ the mist of His wise design,
How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns
By the touch of His hand on mine.
In the last sad hour, as I stand alone
Where the powers of death combine,
While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul
By the touch of His hand on mine.
Chorus
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!
There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,
In the touch of His hand on mine.
Jessie Brown Pounds
O could we speak the matchless worth -
O could we sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine,
To God and Christ what praise we’d bring!
The song which soon in heav’n will ring,
Extolling grace divine!
Extolling grace divine!
We’d sing the precious blood He split,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt -
From sin and wrath divine!
We’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heav’nly dress
Our souls shall ever shine!
Our souls shall ever shine!
We’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne!
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would through everlasting days
Make all His glories known!
Make all His glories known!
Soon that delightful day will come
When our dear Lord will bring us home
And we shall see His face!
Then with our Saviour, Lord, and Friend,
A blest eternity we’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace!
Triumphant in His grace!
Samuel Medley
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