Take My Hand Precious Lord

(Thomas A. Dorsey)



(Jan)

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 draweth 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...