(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.

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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.

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...