Precious Lord Take My Hand
Hank Williams Lyrics


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Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, let me stand

I am tired, I am weak and 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 grows unclear

Precious Lord, linger near

When my light is almost gone

Hear my cry, hear my call

And hold my hand so I won't fall



Take my hand
(Take my hand)

Precious Lord

Lead me home



When the darkness appears

And the night is drawing near

And the day is almost gone

At the river I'll stand

So guide my feet and hold my hand



Take my hand

(Take my hand)

Precious Lord

And lead me home

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Precious Lord Take My Hand" by Hank Williams express a plea for help and guidance in times of distress and uncertainty. The song starts with the singer asking the "Precious Lord" to take their hand and lead them on, as they are tired, weak and worn. They are seeking the light at the end of the tunnel, even if they have to go through storms and nights to get there.


The central message of the song is about faith and trust in a higher power. The singer can't face life's obstacles alone and needs divine guidance to hold them up. Whether it be in times of clarity or darkness, the singer is asking the Lord to be near and hear their cry so they won't fall, as they head towards the river where they'll stand. Ultimately, the singer seeks the Lord's assistance to lead them home, where they can rest and find peace.


Lyrically, the song is a representation of Hank Williams's personal struggles and battles, as he experienced numerous trials and tribulations throughout his life. He wrote this song in 1941, after he and his wife Audrey were involved in a car accident that left him with a fractured skull and spine. The lyrics express his emotional and physical pain and his longing for divine intervention.


Line by Line Meaning

Precious Lord, take my hand
Dear Lord, please hold my hand


Lead me on, let me stand
Please guide me on this journey and help me stand strong


I am tired, I am weak and I am worn
I am exhausted, fragile, and depleted


Through the storm, through the night
No matter the difficulty or darkness, please stay with me


Lead me on to the light
Guide me towards the path of hope and joy


Take my hand
Please hold my hand


Precious Lord
My dear and cherished Lord


Lead me home
Please guide me back to your loving arms


When my way grows unclear
When I'm lost and unsure of my path


Precious Lord, linger near
My dear Lord, please stay close to me


When my light is almost gone
When I'm about to give up


Hear my cry, hear my call
Please listen to my plea for help


And hold my hand so I won't fall
Please support and guide me so that I won't falter


When the darkness appears
When the world becomes grim and hopeless


And the night is drawing near
As the day ends and the night approaches


And the day is almost gone
When the day is nearly over


At the river I'll stand
When I stand before the river of life


So guide my feet and hold my hand
Please lead and support me as I cross over


Take my hand
Please hold my hand


Precious Lord
My dear and cherished Lord


And lead me home
Please guide me back to your loving arms




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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@1rm0mr1

When my way groweth drear precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone hear my cry
Hear my call hold my hand less I fall
Take my hand take my hand precious Lord lead me on

Oh dear 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 those shadows appear and the night draweth near and the day is passed and gone
At the river I stand guide my feet hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Oh dear 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



@wongsala4407

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak and 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 grows unclear
Precious Lord, linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
And hold my hand so I won't fall
Take my hand
Precious Lord
Lead me home
When the darkness appears
And the night is drawing near
And the day is almost gone
At the river I'll stand
So guide my feet and hold my hand
Take my hand
Precious Lord
And lead me home



All comments from YouTube:

@lindadevito7363

Love Hank Williams music

@lisaparsons4124

Hank Williams Sr a awesome singer and song writer.

@billhuman448

like the song brings back memories thank you 12/17.2021

@southerngantleman

Agree...I was raised old fashioned in the South and I do not regret it one bit. No one can write a song or sing it better than someone who has been through tough times. That's why Hank put so much heart in his songs.And wrote some of the most beautiful songs ever written. As I said before their is no telling how many songs died with this man.

@steveshelby2465

Growing up in the old fashion South with Jesus was an incredible Blessing!

@HarryGeee

shut yer geggy ya bandit ye

@jefg8rfivemgmodandmore928

I wish I could go to church every day sing the gospel the one thing I love more that anything in the world is singing and parsing Jesus

@Aur985

@@steveshelby2465 so true i yearn for it as an italian 🇮🇹 !! God bless Old America !! 🙏🙏🙏

@shotty5873

You are absolutely rite. As a child I went to church with my granny, it was mostly her family "she had 11 brothers and sisters" they were raised dirt poor and worked like dogs, she said the rats would drag there food away of the night. They basically lived in a chicken house and they would pack the holes in the sides of the house and cracks between the boars with news papers and feed sacks. The neigbors gave them there old blue jeans that were wore out and granny and her mom would make heavy blue jean blankets for the kids where it would get so cold of the night. As I grew older I reliazed more and more how granny and paw were technically financially poor themselves, they never had AC or running back water "we tapped in to the spring house" but I never felt like there were poor. They were the wealthiest people I have ever known, they had everything they needed.. there family. They loved there family and the Lord and we adored them. When Granny would sing I would hold back tears because u could feel the pain in her heart. I am 38 now and they passed 6 and 8 years ago. I am an alcoholic and have other problems but I want to help addicts and go to jails and help the sinners that so many churches disown. I don't know how to help but if I was a better man I would try to spread the word of God. But I am far worse than those men at the jail so who am I to mention God

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@joyceleady3691

Using this song for my sons services he liked Hank Williams and he also fought a hard battle. Every time I hear it just brings sorrow to my eyes. But I know the Lord will carry us through this and I pray he is now at peace and no longer in pain. May the light of the Lord lift him and has taken him to a better place in life. 😮‍💨😪❤💔

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