When Jesus Laid His Hand on Me

I was a sin­ner on life’s road

As lone­ly as could be

When first I heard the Sav­ior’s voice

And felt His hand on me.

When Je­sus laid His hand on me

When Je­sus laid His hand on me

My heart for­got its love for sin

When Je­sus laid His hand on me.

The fields of sin I loved so well

Were clothed with black­est night

When Je­sus with His heal­ing touch

Restored my blind­ed sight.

My soul had lost its love for pray­er

Thro’ sor­row

grief and pain

Till Je­sus laid His hand on me

And bade me live again.