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.
Refrain: 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 His finger will make me whole!
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.
