(Thomas A. Dorsey)      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 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 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.      (Lead me home.)...