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 - Thomas Dorsey
The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. - Psalm 145:18
Let Your kingdom come. Let Your will be done.
Guide us to Thy perfect light