Precious Lord, Take My Hand

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 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:

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: