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Nhạc sĩ: Thomas A. Dorsey
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Here's an old song that a an old feller from Tennessee wrote and it got to be quite a favoritearound the camp meetings down in Kentucky and Tennessee. Here's the way it goes.When my way grow adrear, 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.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 on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord lead me home.When the shadows appear, and the night draweth near, and the day is past and gone,by the river I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand, take my hand, precious Lord lead me home.
