PRECIOUS LORD, TAKE MY HAND, LEAD ME HOME - Rev. William Marrion Branham song 647
When the way is growing drear,
Precious Lord linger near,
When my life is almost gone;
At the river I stand, (Yes, Lord)
Guide my feet, hold my hand;
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me home.
Precious Lord…
Will you stand and raise your hand now, if you really want Him?
Lead me on, let me stand, (Yes, Lord, me too.)
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light;
Here’s my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
80 Now, while we have our heads bowed, you that wants the baptism of the Spirit, won’t you move up around the altar real quietly while we sing one more verse:
Precious Lord, (Come right down here. If you really want It, come now.)
Lead me on…
God bless you. Oh, looky here. What if Paul Rader could rise to the scene this afternoon?
…weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night, (Hallelujah.)
Lead me on to the light;
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me home.
Precious Lord, hold my hand, lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
O lead me on to the light;
Now, Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me home.
53-0830A - Why I Am A Holy-Roller
Rev. William Marrion Branham
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