Wonderful Hands of Jesus

Verse 1

O wonderful, wonderful hands, So pure, and white, and clean; Tho’ midst the vilest haunts of men Thos sacred hands were seen. Upon the head of childhood sweet They left a fond caress; The cup of blessings, running o’er, To aged lips would press.

Chorus

Wonderful hands, wonderful hands Of Christ our Righteousness, Wonderful hands, wonderful hands Still reaching out to bless.

Verse 2

Such wonderful, wonderful hands, So matchless was their grace, They laid a crown and scepter down To lift our fallen race. They touched the poor accursed ones, And made the lepers whole; They sent new life thro’ palsied limbs, And cleansed the guilty soul.

Verse 3

These wonderful, wonderful hands, Thy guard our rugged way; They turn the darkest hours of night Into the brightest day. They heal the mourner’s broken heart, They raise each drooping head, And even from their silent sleep Awake the precious dead.

Verse 4

O wonderful, wonderful hands, Nail-pierced on Calvary! Yet, while the blood drops trickled down, They pled for you and me; O wounded hands, thy deeds of love For us shall never cease; Uplifted still their blessings fall And fill our hearts with peace.