Precious Lord, Take My Hand
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, help 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 way grows dream,
Precious Lord; linger near --
When my life is almost gone.
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest ll fall --
Take my hand, Precious Lord,
Lead me home.
When darkness appears,
And 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.
Lead me on, help 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 way grows dream,
Precious Lord; linger near --
When my life is almost gone.
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest ll fall --
Take my hand, Precious Lord,
Lead me home.
When darkness appears,
And 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.
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saving my life.
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