1. 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.
CHORUS:
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.
2. 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.