The Hand That Was Nailed to the Cross

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 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.