Текст Jim Reeves – Take My Hand, Precious Lord

When my way groweth drear
Precious Lord, linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I’m 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 work is all done
And my race here is run
Let me see by the light
Thou hast shown
That fair city so bright
Where the Lamb is the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me on

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I’m weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home…