The Nail-Pierced Hands

The One that was nailed to the cross for me

In mercy and love has an­swered my plea

And still He is call­ing to souls that roam

Inviting them all to His heav­en­ly home.

The nail-piercèd hands of my Sav­ior

Will lead us in light and in love;

By night and by day

He points out the way

To the heav­en­ly home ab­ove.

O now thru a vi­sion of tears I see

The One who once suf­fered ang­uish for me;

His hand is out­stretched from the vault­ed dome

To wel­come His pro­di­gal child­ren back home.

How often I think of that nail-scarred hand

Still point­ing the way to Heav­en’s home­land;

And glad­ly I call un­to all who roam

Inviting a start for the heav­en­ly home.