Lord take my hand
Lead me to my rest
My eyes are growing dimmer
And I long to be your guest

I hear you calling Lord
When I close my eyes in prayer
Although I cannot see you
I'm certain you are there

I'm growing weary Lord
My burdens weigh me down
Without your intervention
I fear that I may drown

Extend your hand Lord
Draw me to your side
I want to make my home with you
Where love and peace abide

And when tomorrow comes
And angels guide me there
My heart will burst with happiness
For you have heard my prayer

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