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Introduction
“Take My Hand, Precious Lord” is one of those timeless hymns that touches your soul deeply every time you hear it. Jim Reeves, with his smooth and comforting voice, gives this classic a warmth and intimacy that feels like a tender embrace from a dear friend. The song was originally written by Thomas A. Dorsey in the midst of personal tragedy, and it’s imbued with a profound sense of yearning and solace. Reeves’ rendition elevates this feeling, making it a beacon of hope and comfort.
Imagine a gentle, reassuring presence guiding you through your darkest moments—this is what “Take My Hand, Precious Lord” embodies. It’s more than just a song; it’s a prayer, a plea for guidance, and a testament to unwavering faith. Reeves’ delivery is heartfelt, each note carrying the weight of earnest supplication and the promise of divine comfort.
Listening to Jim Reeves sing this hymn is like being wrapped in a blanket of reassurance. The soft, melodic strains of his voice have a way of soothing your spirit, making you feel less alone in your struggles. Whether you’re in a moment of despair or simply seeking a quiet moment of reflection, this song has a unique ability to calm and uplift.
What makes “Take My Hand, Precious Lord” particularly special is its universal appeal. Regardless of your faith or background, the message of seeking guidance and strength resonates deeply. It’s a reminder that in our most vulnerable moments, there is a higher power we can turn to—a comforting thought that Jim Reeves so beautifully encapsulates in his rendition.
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Lyrics
When my way groweth drear
Precious Lord, linger near-ear
When my li-ight is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my ha-and lest I fa-all
Take my hand, precious Lor-ord
Lead me on
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me sta-and
I am tired, I’m weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the li-ight
Take my ha-and, precious Lor-ord
Lead me home
When my work is all done
And my race here is are you-un
Let me see-ee by the light
Thou hast shown
That fair city so bright
Where the lantern is the li-ight
Take my ha-and, precious Lor-ord
Lead me on
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me sta-and
I am tired, I’m weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the li-ight
Take my ha-and, precious Lor-ord
Lead me home