Scripture Verse

As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you. Isaiah 66:13

Introduction

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Les Joies d’une Mère
William Bouguereau (1825–1905)

Words & Mu­sic: Ma­ry E. Will­son, 1887, alt. (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Mary E. Willson
(1842–1906)

Lyrics

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
Tho’ they neither were dainty nor small,
Yet my mother’s hands were the fairest
And loveliest hands of all.

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My mother’s dear hands, her beautiful hands,
Which guided me safe o’er life’s sands,
I bless God’s name for the memory
Of mother’s own beautiful hands.

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
How they cared for my infant days!
They guided my feet into pleasant paths,
And smoothed all the rugged ways.

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Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
As they pressed my aching brow,
They cooled the fever and eased the pain,
Methinks I can feel them now.

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Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
Thin and wrinkled with age they grew;
But still they toiled on for the child so dear,
And her love seemed more tender and true.

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Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
Then I stood by her coffin one day,
And I kissed those hands so cold and still,
As quiet and peaceful she lay.

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Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
I shall clasp them again once more,
As my feet touch the bank of the heav’nly land;
We shall meet on that shining shore.

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