When my way groweth drear, precious Lord, linger near, when my light is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me on.  Precious Lord, take her hand, lead her on, let her stand, she was tired, she was weak, she was worn, through the storm, through the night, lead her on to the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her home. RIP my sister!

Well, her work is all done, and her race here is run, let her see by the light Thou hast shown, that fair city so bright, where the lantern is the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her on. Precious Lord, take her hand, lead her on, let her stand, she was tired, she was weak, she was worn, through the storm, through the night, lead her on to the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her home.