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 lead me on
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 work is all done and my race here is run
Let me see by the light Thou hast shone
That fair city so bright with the Lamb is the light
Take my hand precious Lord lead me on
Precious Lord take my hand...
Writer(s): Thomas A. Dorsey
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