203. Take my hand, precious Lord

1. 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.

2. When the shadows appear, and the night draweth 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.