My Mother's Hands

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

Chorus:
My mother's dear hands, her beautiful hands,
Which guided me safe o'er life's sands,
I bless God's name for the mem'ry
Of mother's own beautiful hands.

2 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. [Chorus]

3 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. [Chorus]

4 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. [Chorus]

5 Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
I stood by her coffin one day,
And I kissed those hands so cold and white,
As quiet and peace she lay. [Chorus]

6 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. [Chorus]

Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #194

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #12023
  
• MIDI file from The Finest of the Wheat: hymns new and old, for missionary and revival meetings, and sabbath-schools #5