Precious Lord, Take My Hand

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:

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.

- Thomas A. Dorsey

Answer me, Lord.

I cry out to You.

I rise early, before the sun is up;

I cry out for help and put my hope in Your words.

I stay awake through the night,

thinking about Your promise.

Hear my cry.

You are near, O Lord,

and all Your commands are true.

Psalm 199:145-152