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, 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 work is all done and my race here 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
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