(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...