Take My Hand Precious Lord

(Thomas A. Dorsey)

When my way groweth dear, precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord lead me home.

Precious Lord take my hand lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm through the night lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord lead me home.

When the shadows appear and the night drawith near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord lead me home.

Precious Lord take my hand lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm through the night lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord lead me home...