The Hands That Were Pierced

The hands that were nailed on the cross for me

Were pierced that my soul might His glo­ry see

That gave me my sight to be­hold His face.

That ran­som my soul and be­stow His grace.

The hands that were pierced for me

Were pierced that my Lord might see

Redemption com­plete at my dear Sav­ior’s feet

Those hands they were pierced for me.

The pain that my Sav­ior once bore for me

Provided atone­ment and love so free

So match­less the grace when my Sav­ior died

It gave me the rest of the jus­ti­fied.

The em­blem of shame on the cru­el tree

When Je­sus the Lord died for you and me

Delivered my soul from its guilt and shame.

His hands were pierced for me

O praise His name.

Not on­ly His hands and His feet and side

Were pierced

but His heart gave a crim­son tide

So lov­ing­ly Je­sus gave life to me

When He was nailed on Gol­go­tha’s tree.