Blessed Hands

By Charlotte Anderson
When I think about my precious Lord
Hanging on the tree
I can see His nail-torn hands
That were pierced for me.
Blessed hands of beauty
Hands of redeeming grace
Scarred for all eternity
To save the human race.
Hands that gently guide me
Hands that lead the way
Through the darkness of the night
And the light of day.
Strong hands, rugged hands,
That knew labor's toil
Hands that hold me in their grasp
And warm my very soul.
Sacred hands, mighty hands,
These wondrous hands I see,
Such hands of love and mercy
Hands that ransomed me.

Since July 3, 1998