Precious Lord, take my handLead me on, let me standI am tired, I am weak, I am wornThrough the storm, through the nightLead me on through the lightTake my hand, precious LordAnd lead me homeWhen my way grows drearyPrecious Lord, lead me nearWhen my life is almost goneAt the river I will standGuide my feet, hold my handTake my hand, precious LordAnd lead me home
-Mahalia Jackson
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