My Saviour, Show Me Thy Hands
Lord, when I am weary with toiling
And burdensome seem Thy commands,
If my load should lead to complaining,
Lord, show me Thy hands,
Thy nail-pierced hands,
Thy cross-torn hands;
My Saviour, show me Thy hands.
Christ, if ever my footsteps should falter
And I be prepared for retreat,
If desert and thorn cause lamenting,
Lord, show me Thy feet,
Thy bleeding feet;
Thy nail-scarred feet;
My Jesus, show me Thy feet.
Lord, when I am sorely wounded
With the battle and toil of the day,
And I complain of my suffering,
Lord, let me hear Thee say,
"Behold My side,
My spear-pierced side,
My side that was wounded for thee."
My God, dare I show Thee
My hands and my feet?