Precious - Lord
When my Way groweth 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,
And lead me Home.
Precious Lord, take my
Hand.
Lead me on, let me stand.
I'm tired, I'm weak,
And I'm 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, and 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'm so weak
And I'm worn.
Through the Storm,
Through the Night,
Lead me on to the Light.
Take my Hand,
Precious Lord,
Lead me Home.
Through the
Storm,
Through the Night,
Lead me on to the Light.
Take my Hand,
Precious Lord,
Lead me Home.
( Words &
Music By Thomas a. Dorsey )
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