The hands that were nailed on the cross for me,
Were pierced that my soul might His glory see,
That gave me my sight to behold His face.
That ransom my soul and bestow His grace.
The hands that were pierced for me,
Were pierced that my Lord might see,
Redemption complete at my dear Savior’s feet,
Those hands they were pierced for me.
The pain that my Savior once bore for me
Provided atonement and love so free,
So matchless the grace when my Savior died,
It gave me the rest of the justified.
The emblem of shame on the cruel tree
When Jesus the Lord died for you and me,
Delivered my soul from its guilt and shame.
His hands were pierced for me, O praise His name.
Not only His hands and His feet and side
Were pierced, but His heart gave a crimson tide,
So lovingly Jesus gave life to me,
When He was nailed on Golgotha’s tree.