PRECIOUS LORD, TAKE MY HAND

Thomas A. Dorsey

When my way grows drear, 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 my work is all done and my race here is run

Let me see by the light Thou hast shown

That fair city so bright, where the Lamb is the light

Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home

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When the darkness appears and the night draws 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
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