May 17th, 2021 Choral Prelude: Thomas Dorsey – Precious Lord Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let 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 life 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 almost gone, At the river I stand; Guide my feet, hold my hand, Take my hand, precious Lord; Lead me home.

Jesus Christ our Lord

Introduction

Descant for flute or violin (last time only)

1 There's a wide - ness 2 There is no place 3 For the love of

sea; m heaven; the mind;

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m God's mer - cy where earth's sor - rowsGod 1s broad - er

there's a kind - ness there is no place and the heart of

tice, which is more than ings have such kind - ly nal is most won - der -

lib - er - ty. judg-ment given. ful - ly kind.

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like the wide - ness are more felt than

than the mea - sure

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where earth's fail the E - ter -

There is wel - come There is plen - ti

If our love were

vv. 1, 3

v. 1