Thomas A. Dorsey
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
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