Take my hand, precious Lord

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 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; Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light; Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.