1 I lean upon no broken reed,
Nor trust an untried guide;
I know Him and He knoweth me,
He walketh at my side.
2 I hold His hand as on we walk,
And still He holdeth mine;
It is a human hand I hold,
It is a hand Divine.
3 “Hold Thou me up” is still my cry,
As o’er the rugged road
Of this my pilgrimage I move,
That lead s me nearer God.
4 Lord Jesus, Thou the first and last,
Oh, when wilt Thou appear?
And bring the long, long-looked for dawn
Of the eternal year.
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #147