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115 - Precious Yah

Precious Yah, take my hand. 

Lead me on, let me stand.

I am tired. I am weak. I am

worn. Through the storm,

throught the night, lead me on

to the light. Take my hand,

precious Yah, lead me home.

 

When my way groweth drear,

precious Yah, linger near.

When my life is almost gone,

hear my cry, hear my call,

hold my hand lest I fall. Take

my hand precious Yah, lead 

me home.

 

When the shadows appear and

the night draweth near, and 

the day is past and gone. At

the river I stand, guide my 

feet, hold my hand. Take my

hand precious Yah, lead me

home.