The hands that made the world
And gave the sun and moon their light
Are the tiny hands of a baby born
One cold December night

The hands that stilled the winds
And calmed the raging sea
Are the calloused hands of a carpenter
Who lived in poverty

The hands that held the power
To break the binding chains of sin
Are the gentle hands that washed the feet
of tired and dusty men...

The hands that cleansed the leper,
healed the blind and raised the dead
Are the praying hands of one, who cried,
"Not my will, but thine instead."

The hands that shaped the universe
And flung the stars into space
Are the nail-scared hands of a dying man
Who suffered in our place.

The hands of our Creator
Lord and King of Heaven above
Are our Savior's hands forever reaching out
With his most precious love.