Precious Lord - Blind Boys of Alabama

Precious Lord take my hand and lead me on, let me stand

I am tired, I am weak and, and I am worn

The storm, through the night, lead me on to the night

Precious Lord take my hand, lead me home

When the night grows so dreary, precious Lord draw, draw me nearer

I am tired, I am weak and I am so worn

At the river, ooh, Lord I stand, guide my feet and hold my hand

Precious Lord take my hand and lead, lead me home

Lead me home, lead me home