There's times in life I feel I'll break;
   a pain I cannot stand.
It's in those times I often hide
   in Hollow of His Hand!

He helps me through the toughest times;
    those times I feel are hard.
It's in these times He lends a hand-
   a hand so worn and scarred!

With gentle hand He leads and guides
   me through life's weary way.
He'll be there to protect me,
   when times I go astray!

My Father's Hands are mighty hands;
   His touch can calm the seas!
My Lord can do just anything
   with greatest sense of ease!

With healing Hands He healed the sick,
   He made the lepers well,
And anytime He spoke the word,
   not once did ever fail!

My Father's Hands are nail-pierced Hands-
   a sign of sacrifice;
He bore our load upon that cross,
   our sins is why He died!

Now one day soon I'm going Home-
   to Home in Beaulah Land;
To see My Jesus face to face,
   to touch His nail-scarred Hands!