Photo by Jordan Chapell
Hold me, father, hold me fast
Hold me, Father, hold me fast.
Hold me so I cannot fall.
Be my stay, my all-in-all.
Hold me, Father, hold me fast.
Hold me, Father—be my strength
When my grip on You is frail.
Help me know Your grasp won’t fail.
Hold me, Father, hold me fast.
Hold me, Father!
In Your arms all life’s dangers fade away.
Safe, secure I long to stay;
Hold me, Father, hold me fast.
Hold me, Father, when I rise,
Freed from trials of life below;
Then, at last, I’ll fully know, Father,
How You held me—gently held me.
You always held me.
Savior, Shepherd, Master, Friend.
Sweet Redeemer, Fount of Grace!
Gazing at my Father’s face—
Hold me, Father, hold me fast!
Abba! Father! Hold me fast!
Text (and music) by Kathy Chapell, 2012
About Kathy
Kathy Chapell is the wife of Dr. Bryan Chapell, mother to four grown and married children, grandmother to six (currently). She has taught preschool music, high school music, private flute and piano lessons, and directed church choirs. She has been a pastor’s wife, professor’s wife, and seminary president’s wife. Kathy is an accomplished musician, seminar speaker, loves to do jigsaw puzzles, and is an avid mystery book reader. Bryan and Kathy have four married children and a growing number of adorable grandchildren. The Chapells live in Atlanta, Georgia.
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