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.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home

He Walks with me...
and He Talks with me..
And He tell me that I am His Own
The joy we share as we tary there