Vorlon Whispers

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

In church this morning, we sang a hymn that spoke to my heart. I found it difficult to sing wihtout tearing up. I did a little digging on the net and came up with this history on the hymn.

Out of a broken heart after his wife and newly born son had both died, Thomas Dorsey cried to his Lord to lead him 'through the storm, through the night'. In doing so, he created lines that have since ministered to others in an unusual way. This tender song, written by a black gospel musician in 1932, has since been a favorite with Christians everywhere.

Thomas A. Dorsey grew up in Georgia as a preacher's kid. As he began to be successful as a composer of jazz and blues songs, however, he drifted away from God. After it seemed to him that he was miraculously spared in brushes with death, Dorsey came back to the Lord. As his life dramatically changed, he began to write gospel songs and to sing in church services. It was during a revival meeting in St. Louis, Missouri, that he received a telegram telling the tragic news of his wife and infant son. Stunned and grief-stricken, Dorsey cried, 'God, you aren't worth a dime to me right now!'

A few weeks later, however, as Dorsey fingered the keyboard of a piano, he created the lines of 'Precious Lord' to fit a tune that was familiar to him. The following Sunday the choir of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in South Chicago, Illinois, sang the new song with Dorsey playing the accompaniment. It tore up the church!

God continued to lead Thomas Dorsey by the hand until he had written more than 250 gospel songs. He once stated: "My business is to try to bring people to Christ instead of leaving them where they are. I write for all of God's people. All people are my people. What I share with people is love. I try to lift their spirits and let them know that God still loves them. He's still saving, and He can still give that power."

Here’s the hymn.

Precious lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
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
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 stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious lord, lead me home

Click here to listen to it being sung. Extra points if you can tell me who the vocalist is.

Posted by The Vorlon at August 13, 2006 4:19 PM