By Thomas A. Dorsey, "the father of Black gospel music" according to American Folklore: an encyclopedia, who remarked of himself, "I've been thrown out of some of the best churches in America"
Biographies of Dorsey, A.K.A. Georgia Tom: short, medium, long
Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel, p.95
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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
When my way goes 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
A.K.A. Precious Lord, Take My Hand
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