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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.
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 its finger
will make me whole!
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!
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.
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!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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Dates:
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1905
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 23:43;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE HAND OF MY SAVIOUR
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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