My Savior's Hands   Copyright © 1993 by Toby Landes


              In all this world is not such beauty

              As I have found in Jesus' hands.

              They calm my heartache as they touch me

              And tell how much He understands.


                His hands are rough but they are gentle;

                They comfort me when I am low.

                His hands are scarred because He loved me;

                He reaches out to soothe my soul.


              My life is in His hands so firmly,

              No one can pluck me from His hold.

              Oh what assurance they afford me

              That I am safely in His fold.


                My Savior's hands are strong and loving;

                They bear me up like eagle's wings.

                They give me shelter, peace, and saftey:

                Lord of Lords and King of Kings.


              I am the work of hands so carring;

              These hands have such dexterity:

              Like potters clay the mold and shape me

              So all the world His Love will see.


                Don't you see his hands are rough but gentle;

                They'll comfort you when you are low.

                His hands are scarred because He loved you;

                When He reached down to save your soul.

              
              The Savior's hands are strong and loving;

              They'll bear you up like eagle's wings.

              They'll help you when you're sad and lonely

              He's reaching out,  just let Him in.