When my way groweth drear

Precious Lord linger near-ear

When my li-ight is almost gone

Hear my cry hear my call

Hold my ha-and lest I fa-all

Take my hand precious Lor-ord

Lead me on

Precious Lord take my hand

Lead me on let me sta-and

I am tired I'm weak I am worn

Through the storm through the night

Oh Lead me on to the li-ight

Take my ha-and precious Lor-ord

Lead me home

Precious Lord take my hand

Lead me on let me sta-and

I am tired oh I am weak I am worn

Yes l worn

Through the storm through the night

Oh Lead me on to the li-ight

Take my ha-and precious Lor-ord

Lead me home

Take my ha-and precious Lor-ord

Lead me home

Take my ha-and

Lead me home