The Statler Brothers - Take my hand precious lord

^CWhen my way grows drear Precious ^FLord linger near When my ^Clife is almost ^G7gone Hear my ^Ccry hear my call Hold my ^Fhand lest I fall Take my ^Chand precious Lord ^G7lead me ^Chome

Lead me ^Fon let me stand I am ^Ctired I am weak I am ^G7worn Through the ^Cstorm through the night Lead me ^Fon to the light Take my ^Chand precious Lord ^G7lead me ^Chome

And the ^Fnight draws near And the ^Cday is past and ^G7gone At the ^Criver I stand Guide my ^Ffeet hold my hand Take my ^Chand precious Lord ^G7lead me ^Chome