
Precious Lord Take My Hand (Hymn)
Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am
Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am
I cling to Christ, And marvel at the cost
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to thee. Cheer my wearied spirit, O
Lord hear our cry, Your will be done This is our cry, Your Kingdom come.
There is a difference Inside of me More than a feeling This is a prophecy
All who are weary and crushed by the weight Can come to the Lifter and trade
I once was lost in darkest night Yet thought I knew the way The sin that
My worth is not in what I own Not in the strength of flesh and bone
You say I am loved, when I can’t feel a thing You say I am strong,
I know who I am I am Yours and You are mine Jesus You are mine
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God You surround