Peace in the valley for me some day. Well, I'm tired and so weary, but I must travel on. 'Til the Lord comes and calls me away, oh yes. Where the morning's so bright and the Lamb is the light.
When my way groweth drear. Precious Lord, linger near-ear. When my li-ight is almost gone. Hear my cry, hear my call. Hold my ha-and lest I fa-all. Take my hand, precious Lor-ord.