I Will Go, if My Father Holds My Hand (Charles Albert Tindley)

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  • (Posted 2022-06-24)  CPDL #69790:         
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2022-06-24).   Score information: A5, 2 pages, 51 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transcribed from Soul Echoes, 1909. All five stanzas included.

General Information

Title: I Will Go, if My Father Holds My Hand
First Line: When the pathway of duty
Composer: Charles Albert Tindley
Lyricist: Charles Albert Tindley
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymnGospel hymn

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1907
    2nd published: 1909 in Soul Echoes, Edition 2, no. 12
    3rd published: 1916 in New Songs of Paradise, no. 28
Description: A gospel hymn.

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Original text and translations

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1. When the pathway of duty seems with danger filled,
And the charms of worldly beauty almost win my feeble will,
Whole I see the cross uplifted, and I hear the King’s command,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

Chorus
I will go, I will go,
Though the mountains are high and the valleys low,
I will go, I will go,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

2. If my Father holds my hand, I can keep the narrow way,
If my Father holds my hand, I will never go astray.
Though oft it is so dark I can hardly find the way,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

 

3. Though my strength is weak, by his grace I will seek
To repose like Mary at the Savior’s feet;
Then to climb to the heights of the pure delight,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

4. When in the vale of sorrow I am called to go,
And it seems each tomorrow simply brings another woe,
I am satisfied to follow where he leads, this I know,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

5. When the awful waves of Jordan beat upon my soul,
In the icy hands of death my limbs are growing cold,
I have nothing then to fear if my Lord is near,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.