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Introduction
When Joey + Rory lend their voices to “Take My Hand, Precious Lord,” they don’t just sing a hymn—they live it. This timeless gospel classic, penned by Thomas A. Dorsey in 1932, is known for its heartfelt plea for divine guidance. But in the hands of Joey + Rory, it becomes something even more—a deeply personal expression of faith, hope, and surrender.
Joey’s angelic, soul-stirring voice is the centerpiece here, effortlessly weaving vulnerability with strength. She sings not just with her vocal cords but with her heart, making you feel as though every word is a prayer rising heavenward. Rory’s subtle yet steady harmonies add a grounding warmth, reflecting the couple’s shared faith and unwavering devotion.
This song holds a special resonance, especially considering Joey Feek’s battle with cancer and the faith she maintained throughout her journey. It’s as if, through this song, she’s reminding us that no matter how dark life’s valleys may seem, there is always a hand to hold—a divine presence ready to guide us through.
Musically, the track stays true to its gospel roots. The arrangement is simple but profound, with gentle acoustic instrumentation that allows the message to shine. There’s no need for flashy production here; the raw authenticity of Joey + Rory’s delivery is what makes it so powerful.
“Take My Hand, Precious Lord” is more than a hymn—it’s a lifeline for anyone feeling lost, weary, or overwhelmed. Listening to this version feels like stepping into a quiet sanctuary, where the chaos of the world fades away, and you’re left with only the assurance of God’s grace.
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Lyrics
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, help 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 my way grows drear
Precious Lord, linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand, lest I fall
And 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’ll stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
And take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
For I am tired
I am weak
I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
And take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home