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Take My Hand, Precious Lord
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 home.
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; Thru the storm, thru the night, lead me on to the light; Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
When the shadows appear, and the night draweth 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; Thru the storm, thru the night, lead me on to the light; Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.