There is an unseen hand to me,
That leads thru ways I cannot see;
While going thru this world of woe,
This hand still leads me as I go.

His hand has led thru shadows drear,
And while it leads I have no fear;
I know 'twill lead me to that home,
Where sin nor sorrow e'er can come.

I long to see my Savior's face
And sing the story "Saved by Grace;"
And there upon that Golden Strand,
I'll praise Him for His guiding hand.

I'm trusting to the unseen hand,
That guides me thru this weary land;
And some sweet day I'll reach that strand,
Still guided by the unseen hand.