Precious Lord take my hand. Lead me on help me stand. I am tired I am weak I am lone. Through the storm through the night. Lead lead lead me on to the light light. Take my hand precious Lord. Lead me home. One day when the glory comes. It will be ours it will be ours. One day when the war is won. We will be sure we will be sure. Oh glory. Hands to the heavens no man no weapon. Formed against yes glory is destined. Every day women and men become legends. Sins that go against our skin become blessings. The movement is a rhythm to us. Freedom is like religion to us. Justice is juxtapositionin' us. Justice for all just ain't specific enough. One son died his spirit is revisitin' us. Truant livin' livin' in us resistance is us. That's why rosa sat on the bus. That's why we walk through ferguson with our hands up. When it go down we woman and man up. They say stay down and we stand up. Shots we on the grown the camera panned up. King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up. One day when the glory comes. It will be ours it will be ours. Oh glory. Now the war is not over victory isn't won. And we'll fight on to the finish and when it's all done. We'll cry glory oh glory. We'll cry glory oh glory. Selma's now for every man woman and child. Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd. They marched with the torch we gon' run with it now. Never look back we done gone hundreds of miles. From dark roads he rose to become a hero. Facin' the league of justice his power was the people. Enemy is lethal a king became regal. Saw the face of jim crow under a bald eagle. No one can win the war individually. It takes the wisdom of the elders. And young people's energy. Welcome to the story we call victory. The comin' of my Lord my eyes have seen the glory. One day when the glory comes. It will be ours it will be ours. Oh glory