Precious Lord

Precious Lord

Time for a little bedroom Karaoke! Ha-ha! I just love this song so much. I'm vocally out of shape for it but I'm posting it anyway!

Words: Thomas A. Dorsey, 1932. Dorsey wrote this song in Chicago, Illinois, after his wife Nettie died while giving birth to a child (who also died shortly there after). Dorsey sang the for his friend, Gospel singer Theodore Frye, and Frye's choir sand it the next Sunday at Ebebnezer Baptist Church. Crystal Lewis recorded this song and took some liberties with the words but it's still a great rendition.

Precious Lord take my hand

Lead me on

Help 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

And lead me home

Precious Lord, You're the one

That I built my life on

You're my rock, You're my hope, You are my song

You picked me up, made me strong

When my way was all wrong

Here's my hand

Precious Lord, Now lead me home

When my way grows drear, Precious Lord, Linger Near

Precious Lord, linger near,

When my life is almost gone

Hear my cry, hear my call

Take my hand - lest I fall

Take my hand, precious Lord

And lead me home.

Take my hand, Precious Lord

And Lead me home.