148. Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Thro’ the storm, thro’ the night, lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
2 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.
3 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.
4 When my work is all done and my face here is won
Let me see by the light Thou hast shown;
That fair city so bright with the lamb who’s the light
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.