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.
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