The hand that was nailed to the cross of woe
In love reaches out to the world below
'Tis beckoning now to the souls that roam
And pointing the way to the heav'nly home
The hand of my Savior I see
The hand that was wounded for me
'Twill lead me in love to the mansions above
The hand that was wounded for me!
E'en now I can see, through a mist of tears
That hand still outstretched o'er the gulf of years
With healing and hope for my sin sick soul
One touch of its finger will make me whole!
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The hand that wrought wonders in days of old
Holds treasure more precious than gems or gold
The price of redemption from sin and shame
The gift of salvation through Jesus' Name
Triumphant thro' grace I shall some day stand
With Jesus at home on that golden strand
His face in its beauty at last to see
My hand in the hand that was pierced for me
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