Once from my poor sin-sick soul 

Christ did every burden roll, 

Now I walk redeemed and whole, 

Hand in Hand with Jesus. 

In my night of dark despair, 

Jesus heard and answered prayer, 

Now I’m walking free as air, 

Hand in hand with Jesus. 

When the stars are backward rolled, 

And His home I shall behold, 

I will walk the street of gold, 

Hand in hand with Jesus. 

Hand in hand we walk each day, 

Hand in hand along the way; 

Walking thus I will not stray, 

Hand in hand with Jesus.

 — Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1923