The Beautiful Hands of a Priest
We need them in life’s early morning,
We need them again at its close:
We feel their clasp of true friendship,
We seek them when tasting life’s woes.
At the altar 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 all alone;
And when we are tempted and wander,
To pathways of shame and of sin,
It’s the hand of a priest that absolves us - -
Not once, but again and again.
And when we are seeking life’s partner,
Other hands may prepare us a feast,
But the hand 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 and bless?
When the hour of death comes upon us,
May our courage and strength be increased,
By seeing raised over us in blessing - -
The beautiful hands of a priest.
(Author Unknown)
We need them in life’s early morning,
We need them again at its close:
We feel their clasp of true friendship,
We seek them when tasting life’s woes.
At the altar 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 all alone;
And when we are tempted and wander,
To pathways of shame and of sin,
It’s the hand of a priest that absolves us - -
Not once, but again and again.
And when we are seeking life’s partner,
Other hands may prepare us a feast,
But the hand 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 and bless?
When the hour of death comes upon us,
May our courage and strength be increased,
By seeing raised over us in blessing - -
The beautiful hands of a priest.
(Author Unknown)
