These Hands Are Made of Clay

These hands are made

of clay I know

These hands are made from dust

But my soul shall live for ever more

If in my God I trust.

This body has grown so tired

Oh Lord

With these old and work won hands,

But when I die,

I know my soul shall rest

Up there in God’s great hands.

Though these two feet,

are made from earth.

And to earth they must return,

But when my soul shall reach its goal,

Is now my great concern.

Home