Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone.
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,
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.
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.
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I’m tired, I’m weak, Lord I’m worn,
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light,
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home.
Thomas Andrew Dorsey was born this date, 7/1/1899, at Villa Rica, Georgia. He was the son of Thomas Madison Dorsey, a Baptist minister, and Etta Plant Dorsey, a church organist.
Dorsey wrote “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” (1932) a few days after losing his wife, Nettie and this newly born son. It is a powerful plea for God to guide and thus others have identified with it.
Thomas A. Dorsey died 1/23/1993, at Chicago.