Roy Daniel

1.      Like a child in the hands of its Father,
I’m safe in the hands of my Lord!
Through the storms and trials I may pass through,
I can stand on the rock of His Word!

 Precious hands, precious love of my Jesus!
Same hands that were pierced for my sins!
They’re the hands that will hold me and keep me,
As I live for my Savior and King!

2.      When I think of the way that He suffered,
On Calvary's cruel tree long ago,
Of the blood that was shed to save me,
Of the love never ceasing to glow!

3.      When we look at His hands that were pierced there,
How worthless our hands seem to be!
How little that they have been folden,
In fervent prayer to the King!

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