Precious Lord

When my way grows drear
precious Lord linger near
When my light 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.

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand.
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone.
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light.
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home.