Graven on the palms
Of His Almighty hands
I am e'er remembered;
Forsaken not I stand.
Hast my God forgotten?
Doth He hide his face?
No, I live before Him;
He showers me with grace.
‘Tis He, my Love, protects me,
Encompassing with care,
Eternal purposes ordained
Before a world was there.
And on those wounded hands,
Through those nail-ravaged palms
He sees me through His precious blood
And cheers me all day long.
And now I stand before Him,
Redeemed and full of grace
Cast down but not forsaken,
I cherish this, His place.
And though the world forget me,
My God looks from above;
For He has graven me upon
His nail-scarred hands in love!
--HAR
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