The gentle Hand that guides us now
Is there to steer, or there to hold
The kindness of a Father show
the way to go, but not controlled
To feel His warmth when we were cold
To walk where He would go.
The nails that pierced, would leave a stain
Upon our contact with His Hand
The Blood has marked us with His Name
He, once, who walked the desert sand
Will lead us to the home He's planned
Eternity's domain.
His Hand upon the nations will
hold sway, and He will sit above
Their working, when they fight and kill
He rules them with a velvet glove
His judgement is aligned with Love
This is His sovereign skill.
His Hand that holds the worlds in place
And fingers forming all we see
Shows natural joys within our space
Created from eternity
This Hand that formed both you and me
Through wonders of His Grace.