The
Touch of His Hand on Mine
When my husband was living his last days, the only way I
could sleep was while I had my hands clasped together, I felt God’s presence in
that hand. He held my hand every night and since then. I cannot have a peaceful
night if God’s hands aren’t clasped with mine. Even better when I hug myself it
is God’s arms that surround me.
Lyrics by Jessie B. Pounds, arranged by Henry P. Morton
“There are days so dark that I seek in vain for the face
of my Friend Divine; But though 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, I cannot see through 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.
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine! Oh, the touch of His
hand on mine! There is grace and power in the trying hour, in the touch of His
hand on mine. Amen”
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