As I travel thru this pilgrim land
There is a friend who walks with me,
Leads me safely thru the sinking sand,
It is the Christ of Calvary.
This would be my prayer, dear Lord, each day
To help me do the best I can,
For I need Thy light to guide me day and night;
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand.
Let me travel in the light divine
That I may see the blessed way;
Keep me that I may be wholly Thine
And sing redemption’s song some day.
I would be a soldier brave and true
And ever firmly take a stand;
As I onward go and daily meet the foe,
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand.
When I wander thru the valley dim
Toward the setting of the sun,
Lead me safely to a land of rest
If I a crown of life have won.
I have put my faith in Thee, dear Lord,
That I may reach the golden strand.
There’s no other friend on whom I can depend;
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand.
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand;
Yes, I need Thee every hour.
Thru this pilgrim land,
Protect me by Thy pow’r.
Hear my feeble plea; O Lord, look down on me;
When I kneel in prayer I hope to meet you there;
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand.
– Albert E. Brumley (1933)