His Loving Hands
He came to earth to give to all His assurance that He’d save— He laid His loving hands on men And words of comfort gave.
One day rang out a beggar’s voice, A blind man in the crowd, And though others tried to quiet him, Still his cries rang loud.
The Master stopped and called for him, Took pity on his plea— And with His loving hands reached out And made his eyes to see.
And when He saw a funeral bier And a mother bowed in pain, He touched her son with loving hands Gave him back to her again.
When a father in great anguish Brought to Him his son, possessed, He touched him with His loving hands— With peace that child was blest.
Once, in pity for a father Whose precious child had died, He travelled to the father’s home And standing by her side,
He looked upon the little girl In death’s cold and still repose, And with His loving hand took hers And living, she arose.
Despite an angry, jeering crowd, He’d not forsake His task Of reaching out His loving hands To all who’d seek or ask.
Then came a day of darkest gloom, A bitter day of shame, When a hardened world declared His very life they’d claim.
Led bloody to a barren hill, He faced a rough—hewn cross— It seemed that all the good He’d done Was counted now as loss.
But with a sacrificial gesture— His forgiveness would not fail— He reached out His loving hands And let them drive each nail.
And now risen—with a grace divine That no being understands, He still reaches out and urges all To take His loving hand.
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He came to earth to give to all
His assurance that He’d save—
He laid His loving hands on men
And words of comfort gave.
One day rang out a beggar’s voice,
A blind man in the crowd,
And though others tried to quiet him,
Still his cries rang loud.
The Master stopped and called for him,
Took pity on his plea—
And with His loving hands reached out
And made his eyes to see.
And when He saw a funeral bier
And a mother bowed in pain,
He touched her son with loving hands
Gave him back to her again.
When a father in great anguish
Brought to Him his son, possessed,
He touched him with His loving hands—
With peace that child was blest.
Once, in pity for a father
Whose precious child had died,
He travelled to the father’s home
And standing by her side,