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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.
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.
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.
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.
When the way is dim,
and 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.
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.
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 8 10 8 and refrain
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Dates:
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1913
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Bible Refs:
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Ac 9:41;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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O THE TOUCH OF HIS HAND
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Meter:
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10 8 10 8 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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