Saturday, March 7, 2015

Precious Lord, Take My Hand


The list continues...as we near the end of the collection of Hymns that were written down for a service over 17 to 18 years ago by my deceased husband, we come to this title, "Precious Lord, Take My Hand."


Like before, I will give you the lyrics but this time a little extra --the history of the song and the writer.

Thomas Dorsey was the musician and writer who became known as the "Father of Gospel Music."

As a very young man, he played the piano in Vaudeville acts and in jazz clubs until around 21 to 22 years old when he became a born-again Christian and turned from secular songs to a life in the ministry.

Like Norman Rester, Dorsey grew as a songwriter and a music director as the years passed.

Thomas Dorsey
Sadly, tragedy struck, his wife died in childbirth along with their infant sending the man of music into deep grieving pain, crippling his ability to play or write.

Later, sitting alone at a piano at a friends house, he found himself drawn, inspired from God as the song, Precious Lord, Take My Hand was born.

This powerful, moving song has been sung by the biggest names in Gospel and by Elvis Presley and was known to be Dr. Martin Luther King's favorite hymn. Recently, at the 2015 Grammy Awards, Beyonce performed the song with a full Gospel choir. This song changed the direction of Dorsey's life but mostly, it healed his broken heart and ministered to him in his time of deep need.


Precious Lord, take my hand 
Lead me on, 
Let me stand.
I'm tired, I am weak I am worn 
Through the storm, through the night 
Lead me through the light. 
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home. 

When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near 
When my life is almost gone 
Hear my cry, 
Hear my call. 
Hold my hand lest I fall 
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home. 

When the darkness appears and the night draws near 
And the day is past and gone 
At the river I stand. 
Guide my feet, 
Hold my hand 
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home. 

Precious Lord, take my hand 
Lead me on, 
Let me stand. 
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn 
Through the storm, through the night 
Lead me on to the light 
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home.