The Beautiful Hands of a Priest
We need them in life's early morning, we need them again at its close;
We feel their warm clasp of friendship, we seek them tasting life's woes.
At the alter each day we behold them, and the hands of a king on his throne
Are not equal to them in their greatness;
Their dignity stands alone;
And when we are tempted and wander to pathways of shame and sin,
It's the hand of a priest that will absolve us — not once, but, again and again;
And when we are taking life's partner, other hands may prepare us a feast,
But the hands that will bless and unite us is the beautiful hand of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy for the Host which their fingers caress;
When can a poor sinner do better than to ask Him to guide thee and bless?
When the hour of death comes upon us may our courage and strength be increased
By seeing raised over us, in anointing, the beautiful hands of a priest!
We need them in life's early morning, we need them again at its close;
We feel their warm clasp of friendship, we seek them tasting life's woes.
At the alter each day we behold them, and the hands of a king on his throne
Are not equal to them in their greatness;
Their dignity stands alone;
And when we are tempted and wander to pathways of shame and sin,
It's the hand of a priest that will absolve us — not once, but, again and again;
And when we are taking life's partner, other hands may prepare us a feast,
But the hands that will bless and unite us is the beautiful hand of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy for the Host which their fingers caress;
When can a poor sinner do better than to ask Him to guide thee and bless?
When the hour of death comes upon us may our courage and strength be increased
By seeing raised over us, in anointing, the beautiful hands of a priest!
