This song was written by blues legend Thomas A Dorsey. He helped found northern jazz, Chicago jazz.
After the death of his wife, Dorsey was devastated. She died giving birth to their son, who died shortly after. I think you can still hear the pain he felt in his words: I am tired. I’m weak. I’m worn.
I think of Thomas Dorsey sitting at an old piano, hitting that first chord and calling out to God. Anyone who has suffered a loss understands this song. You don’t have to be a black guy in Chicago to get it. We’ve all been in the storm, in the night.
Precious Lord Take My Hand
Words & music by Thomas A. Dorsey
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to 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’m tired, I’m weak, Lord I’m worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home