B.j. Thomas Precious Lord, Take My Hand
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
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 work is all done
And my race is run
Let me see
By the light thou hast shown
That fair city so bright
Where the lamb is the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home
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
Just take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home
