Friends, don't worry about this heavy load I carry
Don't be concerned if it sends me to my knees
For I know a place where all my load will lighten
I'll be alright as soon as I touch Calvary
CHORUS:
If my feeble hands of faith could only reach out
Through the dark and dreary storm of unbelief
If he'll slip his nail scarred hand into my hand
I'll be alright as soon as I touch Calvary.
Very soon now I'll reach the hill of Golgotha
I'll touch the cross so cruely fashioned from a tree
And if one precious drop of his blood touches me
I'll be alright because I've touched Calvary
If my feeble hands of faith could only reach out
Through the dark and dreary storm of unbelief
If he'll slip his nail scarred hand into my hand
I'll be alright as soon as I touch Calvary.
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