Take My Hand, Precious Lord

When my way

grows drear, precious

Lord, linger near.

When my light is

almost gone.

Hear my cry,

hear my call.

Take my hand lest I fall.

Take my hand, precious

Lord, and lead me

home.

Precious Lord, take my

hand. Lead me on,

help 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, and

lead me

home.

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. Precious

Lord, take my hand and

lead me

home.

Precious Lord, take my

hand. Lead me on,

help 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, and

lead me home.

Through the storm, through the

night, lead me

on to the light.

Take my hand, precious

Lord, and lead me

home.