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Thomas A. Dorsey
Precious Lord take my hand Lead me on let me stand
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
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